Sleeping Beautie

O sight too dearely bought!
Shee sleepes, and though those eyes,
Which lighten Cupid's skies,
Bee clos'd, yet such a grace
Enuironeth that place,
That I through wonder to grow faint am brought:
Sunnes, if ecclips'd yee haue such power diuine,
O! how can I endure you when yee shine?
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