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Can pleasing sight, misfortune ever bring?
Can firme desire a painefull torment trye?
Can winning eyes prove to the heart a sting?
Or can sweet lips in Treason hidden lye?
The Sunne most pleasing, blindes the strongest eye,
If two much look'd on, breaking the sights string;
Desires still crost must unto mischiefe hie,
And as Despaire, a lucklesse chance may fling.
Eyes having won, reiecting proves a sting
Killing the budd before the tree doth spring;
Sweet lipps, not louing, doe as poyson prove:
Desire, sight, Eyes, lipps; seeke, see, prove, and finde,
You love may winn, but curses if unkinde,
Then show you harmes dislike, and joy in love.