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This new love may beget new feares, |
For, this love was not vowed by thee, |
And yet is was, thy gift being generall, |
The ground, thy heart is mine, what ever shall |
Grow there, deare, I should have it all. |
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Yet I would not have all yet, |
Hee that hath all can have no more, |
And since my love doth every day admit |
New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in store; |
Thou canst not every day give me thy heart, |
If thou canst give it, then thou never gavest it: |
Loves riddles are, that though thy heart depart, |
It stayes at home, and thou with losing savest it: |
But wee will have a way more liberall, |
Then changing hearts, to joyne them, so wee shall |
Be one, and one anothers All. |
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Song. |
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Sweetest love, I do not goe, |
For wearinesse of thee, |
Nor in hope the world can show |
A fitter Love for mee, |
But since that I |
Must dye at last, 'tis best, |
To use my selfe in jest |
Thus by fain'd deaths to dye;
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[CW: Yesternight] |