Ve Sette of Odd Volumes. 67 
Thine eyes so bright 
Are my chiefe light. 
This intimates 
True lovers states. 
My life is done 
When thou art gone. 
This hath no end, my sweetest friend 
Our loves be so, no ending know. 
Poesies for Bracelets. 
As love gives light to every part 
So this gives life unto my heart. 
This chastly lies and lives with me 
Oh that I might do so with thee. 
Another. 
How might I triumph in my bliss 
If love were where my bracelet_is. 
For then should love do no such harm 
To wring my heart, but wreath my arm. 
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