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Tixall Poetry.
LVI.
Phillis.
Smiling Phillis hath an aire
Soe ingaging, all men love her;
But her hidden vertues are
Wonders I dare not discover.
Soe bewitching, that in vaine
I endeavour to forget her,
Stil she brings me backe againe,
And I dayly love her better.
Soe ingaging, all men love her;
But her hidden vertues are
Wonders I dare not discover.
Soe bewitching, that in vaine
I endeavour to forget her,
Stil she brings me backe againe,
And I dayly love her better.
Kindnes springs within her eyes,
And from thence is allwaies flowing,
Every minute doth surprize
With fresh beauties allwaies blowing.
Were she but as true as faire,
Never man had such a treasure;
And from thence is allwaies flowing,
Every minute doth surprize
With fresh beauties allwaies blowing.
Were she but as true as faire,
Never man had such a treasure;
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