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The musicke sweet which al that while did sound,
Rauish the hearers and their sence confound.
This done, the master of that sumptuous feast,
In order gins to place his welcome gest;
Bewtie first seated in a throne of state,
Vnmatchable disdaining other mate
Shone like the sun, wheron mine eies stil gazed,
Feeding on her perfections that amazed:
But oh, her siluer framed Coronet
Wirh lowe downe dangling spangles all beset,
Her sumptuous perewig, her curious curles,
Her hie prizde necklace of entrailed perles:
Her pretious Iewels wondrous to behold,
Her basest Iem framde of the purest gold:
Oh I could kill myselfe for very spight,
That my dim stars giue not so cleere a light.
Hartburning ire new kindled, bids dispaire,
Since Bewtie liues in her, and I want faire.
Oh that I dyde in youth, or not bin borne,
Rather then liue in hate, and dye forlorne;