CANZO N   14,

hough like an exile from mine eyes divorced In solitary dungeon of Refuse I live, impatient that I live, perforced, From thee, dear object of mine eyes, a recluse. Yet that divine Idea of thy grace, The life imagery of thy love's sweet souvenance, Within mine heart shall reign in sovereign place; Nay, shall it ever portray other semblance ?
No ! never shall that face, so fair depainted Within the love-limned tablet of mine heart, Emblemished be!  defaced ' or unsainted ! Till death shall blot it, with his pencil dart. Yet, then, in these limned lines ennobled more, Thou shalt survive, richer accomplished than before

C ANZON    15.
|E'ER were the silvery wings of my Desire Tainted with thought of black impurity! The modest blush that did my cheeks attire, Was to thy virgin fears, statute security ! When to a favour's sweet promotion My joyless thoughts, thou hast advanced higher!
0	then sigh's sacrifice of my love's devotion
1	sent, repurified in holy fire !
My fears, how oft have I ingeminated ! (0 black recite of passed misery!) Thy heart for to entender ! they have intimated (Besides what thou hast seen I) what I have suffered for thee ! But see ! since eyes were aliens to thy beauty, I sing mine own faith, and neglect love's duty!