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- Were I as base as is the lowly plain,
And you, my Love, as high as heaven above,
Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swain
Ascend to heaven, in honour of my Love.
- And look upon you with ten thousand eyes
Till heaven wax'd blind, and till the world were done.