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Oh what a war of looks was then between them?
Her eyes petitioners to his eyes suing,
His eyes saw her eyes, as they had not seen them,
Her eyes woo'd still, his eyes disdain'd the wooing:
And all this dumb play had his acts made plain,
With tears which Chorus like, her eyes did rain.

Full gently now she takes him by the hand,
A Lilly prison'd in a Jayl of Snow,
Or Ivory in an Alabaster band,
So white a friend ingirts so white a foe:
This beauteous combat, wilful and unwilling,
Shew'd like to silver Doves that sit a billing.

Once more the engine of her thoughts began:
O fairest mover on this mortal round,
Would thou wert as I am, and I a man,
My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound:
For one sweet look my help I would assure thee,
Though nothing but my bodys bane would cure thee.

Give me my hand (saith he) why dost thou feel it?
Give me my heart (saith she) and thou shalt have it.
O give it me, lest thy hard heart do steel it;
And being steel'd, soft sighs can never grave it;
Then love's deep groans I never shall regard,
Because Adonis heart hath made mine hard.

For shame he crys let go, and let me go,
My days delight is past, my horse is gone,

And