'Tis the way To call her, exquisite, in question more. These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows, Being black puts us in mind hide the fair, He that is strucken blind cannot forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost Show me mistress that is passing fair: what doth he beauty serve, but as a note where I may read who passed that passing fair? Farewell. Thou cants not teach me to forget.
By giving liberty unto thine eye. examine other beauties
I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.
Tut! You saw her fair, none else being by, Herself poised with herself in either eye But in that crystal scales let there be weighed your Lady's love against some other maid That I will show you shining at this feast, And she shall scant show well that now seems best.
Then have ,y lips the sin that they have took.
Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me sin again.