O-P

O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
O! call not me to justify the wrong
O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide
O! from what power hast thou this powerful might
O! how I faint when I of you do write
O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
O! how thy worth with manners may I sing
O! lest the world should task you to recite
O! never say that I was false of heart
O! that you were yourself; but, love you are
Or I shall live your epitaph to make
Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth

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