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Treason to us, except one of us two. |
True and false feares let us refraine, |
Let us love nobly, and live, and adde againe |
Yeares and yeares unto yeares, till we attaine |
To write threescore, this is the second of our raigne. |
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A Valediction of my name, in the window. |
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I. |
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My name engrav'd herein, |
Doth contribute my firmnesse to this glasse, |
Which, ever since that charme, hath beene |
As hard, as that which grav'd it, was, |
Thine eye will give it price enough, to mock |
The diamonds of either rock. |
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II. |
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'Tis much that Glasse should bee |
As all confessing, and through-shine as I, |
'Tis more, that it shewes thee to thee, |
And cleare reflects thee to thine eye. |
But all such rules, loves magique can undoe, |
Here you see mee, and I am you.
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[CW: III.] |