I must complain yet do enjoy

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I must complain, yet do enjoy, enjoy my love She is too fair, too rich in beauty's parts Thence is my grief for nature while she strove With all her graces and divinest arts To form her too, too beautiful of hue She had no leisure, she had no leisure No leisure left to make her true Should I agrieved wish she were less, she were less fair That were repugnant to my own desires She is admired, new suitors still repair That kindles daily love's forgetful fires Rest jealous thoughts, and thus resolve at last She hath more beauty, she hath more beauty More beauty than becomes the chaste
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Credits
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- John Dowland