To Cynthia On Her Looking Glasse (Francis Kynaston Poems)
Give me leave (fairest Cynthia) to envy Thy looking glasse farre happyer then ...
Give me leave (fairest Cynthia) to envy Thy looking glasse farre happyer then ...
If thou a reason dost desire to know, My (dearest Cynthia) why I ...
Must I beleeve (sweet Cynthia) that the flame Hath light, and heat had ...
Till now I doubted whether love, or sight Of thy dear beauties (Cynthia) ...
When pure refined Gold is made in Coine, And Silver is put to't ...
Wonder not Cynthia, thou who art Thy selfe a wonder, whose each part ...
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