When as I view your comely
Cal le no Cus tu re me,
Your gold en hairs, your an gel’s face
Cal le no Cus tu re me
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With in my self then I can say,
Cal le no Cus tu re me
the night is gone, be hold the day:
Cal le no Cus tu re me
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Then how dare I with bold en’d
face,
Cal le no Cus tu re me
pre-sume to crave or wish your grace?
Cal le no Cus tu re me
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And thus a maz ed as I stand,
Cal le no Cus tu re me
not feel ing sense, nor mov ing hand.
Cal le no Cus tu re me
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My soul with si lence mov ing
sense,
Cal le no Cus tu re me
doth wish for thee with re ve rence
Cal le no Cus tu re me
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Long life, and vir tue you poss
ess:
Cal le no Cus tu re me
to match those gifts of wor thi ness,
Cal le no Cus tu re me
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hen as I view your comely
Cal le no Cus tu re me,
Your gold en hairs, your an gel’s face
Cal le no Cus tu re me
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