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George Chapman
  1559-1634
   
 
  
  (Äæîðäæ ×àïìåí)
Muses, that sing
  Î ëþáâè 
Muses, that sing love’s sensual empery,
  And lovers kindling your enraged fires
  At Cupid’s bonfires burning in the eye,
  Blown with the empty breath of vain desires,
  You that prefer the painted cabinet
  Before the wealthyjewels it doth store ye,
  THat all your joys in duying figure set,
  And stain the living substance of your glory,
  Abjure those joys; abhore their memory;
  And let my love the honoured subject be
  Of love, and honour’s complete history.
  Your eyes were never yet let in to see
  The majesty and riches of the mind,
  But dwell in darkness, for your God is blind.
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