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Thine eyes taught mee the Alphabet of loue,

To con my Cros-rowe ere I learn'd to spell;

For I was apt, a scholler like to proue,

Gaue mee sweet lookes when as I learned well.

Vowes were my vowels, when I then begun

At my first Lesson in thy sacred name:

My consonants the next when I had done,

Words consonant, and sounding to thy fame.

My liquids then were liquid christall teares,

My cares my mutes, so mute to craue reliefe;

My dolefull Dypthongs were my liues dispaires,

Redoubling sighes the accents of my griefe:

My loues Schoole-mistris now hath taught me so,

That I can read a story of my woe.