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To the Senses
To the Senses
When conqu’ring Loue did first my Heart assayle,
Vnto mine aid I summon’d eu’ry Sense,
Doubting, if that proud Tyrant should preuayle,
My Heart should suffer for mine Eyes Offence;
But he with Beautie first corrupted Sight,
My Hearing brib’d with her Tongues Harmonie,
My Taste by her sweet Lips drawne with Delight,
My Smelling wonne with her Breath’s Spicerie:
But when my Touching came to play his part,
(The King of Senses, greater then the rest)
He yeelds Loue vp the Keyes vnto my Heart,
And tells the other, how they should be blest.
And thus by those of whom I hop’d for ayd,
To cruell Loue my Soule was first betray’d.