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ugii^J, because thau.shin'st in Stella's eyes,That from her lockes, thy day-nets, none scapes^^JThat those lips sweld, so full of thee they bee,That her sweete breath makes oft thy flames to rise.That in her breast thy pap well sugred lies.That her grace gracious makes thy wrongs, that she,. What words soere she speake, pers wades for thee,^ That her cleare voyce lifts thy fame to the skies —Tb m countest Ste lla thine, like those whose powersHaving got up a breach by fighting well,Crie " Victorie, this faire day all is ours ! "O no ; her heart is such a cittadell.So fortified with wit, stor'd with disdaine,That to win it is all the/^kill^and_£aine>; *■ \ ASTROPHEL AND STELLA. 13
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