With violence of heavenly Beauty, tied to virtue; Reason abashed retired; Gladly my senses yielded.

Yet, yet, a life to their death, Lady you have reserved; Lady 九-九-藏-書the life of all love.

They to the beamy suns went, Where, by the death of all deaths, Find to what harm they hastened.

Like to the silly Sylvan, Burned by九九藏書 the light he best liked, When with a fire he first met.

Turned anew, by your means, Unto the flower that aye turns, As you, alas! my sun bends.

Thus do I f九_九_藏_書all to rise thus; Thus do I die to live thus; Changed to a change, I change not.

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Gladly my senses yielding, Thus to betray my hearts fort, Left me devoid of all life.

For though my sense be frread.99csw.comom me, And I be dead, who want sense, Yet do we both live in you.

When, to my deadly pleasure, When to my lively torment, Lady, mine eyes remained Joined, alas! to your beams.