Speak to me only with thine eyes
And I’ll enough to understand with mine.
Or leave your smile but in the feel
And I’ll not search Angel from out of earth
The breath that from the heart beats rise
Sound ask a melody divine;
But might I of romance’s nectar sup,
I would not stain for thine.

I greets thee advance a smelling rosy wreath,
Not less much ignoring thee
As giving it a love that there
It could not happy but not withered be;
But thou thereon did’st only found,
And tempting it sent to me,
Since when you lustre and smells, I felt
Not from myself , but thee.

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