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To a Ieat ring
sent to me. |
| Thou art not so blacke as my hart [f. 47] |
| Nor halfe so britle as her hart thou art. |
| What wouldst thou say, shall both or properties by thee be spoke? |
| Nothing more endles, nothing sooner brooke. |
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| Mariage rings are not of this stuffe: |
| Oh why should ought les pretious, or les tough |
| figure or loves? Except in thy name thou haue bid it say |
| I ame cheape, & nought but fashion; flinge me away. |
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| Yet stay wt me since thou art come |
| Circle this fingers top, wch didst her thombe. |
| Be proud, & safe, that thou dost dwell wt mee |
| She yt Oh broke her faythe, would soone breake thee. |