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Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love,
That inward beauty, and invisible:
Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move
Each part in me that were but sensible.
Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see,
Yet should I be in love by touching thee.

Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me,
And that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch,
And nothing but the very smell were left me,
Yet would my love to thee be still as much,
For from the Stillatory of thy face excelling,
Comes breath perfum'd, that breedeth love by smelling.

But oh, what banquet wert thou to the tast,
Being nurse and feeder of the other four?
Would they not wish the feast might ever last,
And bid suspition double lock the door;
Lest jealousy that sowr unwelcome guest,
Should by his stealing in disturb the feast.

Once more the ruby-colour'd Portal open'd,
Which to his speech did hony passage yield:
Like a red morn that ever yet betoken'd,
Wrack to the Sea-man, tempest to the field,
Sorrow to Shepherds, woe unto the birds,
Gust and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.

This ill presage advisedly she marketh,
Even as the wind is husht before it raineth,

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