PREFACE
PREFACE
Whenst thee be in love what be it thee doth see all beauty in the face thee doth find fine andst thy boiling blood doth to love incline for now all thy thoughts be upon the she or he
Andst finding all passions doth flame in thee that without that love thy soul doth pine andst thy cries do whine for thy hart be in pain afflicted be But that for which thy eye beheld andst thy hart be under its spell doth thee really see or doth but be all illusory for thee canst not know what the loved thinkest so
For all be what thee wants to see