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| And may thy feares fulfill, |
| But thinke that wee |
| Are but turn'd aside to sleepe; |
| They who one another keepe |
| Alive, ne'r parted bee. |
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| The Legacie. |
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| When I dyed last, and, Deare, I dye |
| As often as from thee I goe, |
| Though it be but an houre agoe, |
| And Lovers houres be full eternity, |
| I can remember yet, that I |
| Something did say, and something did bestow; |
| Though I be dead, which sent mee, I should be |
| Mine owne executor and Legacie. |
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| I heard mee say, Tell her anon, |
| That my selfe, that's you, not I, |
| Did kill me, and when I felt mee dye, |
| I bid mee send my heart, when I was gone, |
| But I alas could there finde none, |
| When I had ripp'd me, 'and search'd where hearts did lye, |
| It kill'd mee againe, that I who still was true, |
| In life, in my last Will should cozen you.
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[CW: Yet] |