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And though each spring doe adde to love new heate, |
As princes doe in times of action get |
New taxes, and remit them not in peace, |
No winter shall abate the springs encrease. |
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Loves exchange. |
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Love, any devill else but you, |
Would for a given Soule give something too. |
At Court your fellowes every day, |
Give th'art of Riming, Huntsmanship, or play, |
For them which were their owne before; |
Onely I have nothing which gave more, |
But am, alas, by being lowly, lower. |
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I aske no dispensation now |
To falsifie a teare, or sigh, or vow, |
I do not sue from thee to draw |
A non obstante on natures law, |
These are prerogatives, they inhere |
In thee and thine; none should forsweare |
Except that hee Loves minion were. |
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Give mee thy weaknesse, make mee blinde, |
Both wayes, as thou and thine, in eies and minde; |
Love, let me never know that this |
Is love, or, that love childish is.
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