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Poems

1Alas, whence came this change of lookes? if I

2Haue chang'd desert, let mine owne conscience be

3A still felt plague, to selfe condemning me:

6Safe in my soule, which onely doth to thee

7(As his sole object of felicitie)

8With wings of Loue in aire of wonder flie.

9O ease your hand, treate not so hard your slaue:

10In justice paines come not till faults doe call,

11Or if I needs (sweete judge) must torments haue,

12Vse something els to chast'n me withall,

13Then those blest eyes, where all my hopes do dwell,

4] gripe: seize Back to Line

5] ermine: stoat Back to Line

14] “once” changed to “ones” Back to Line