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Where can we finde two fitter hemispheares |
Without sharpe North, without declining West? |
What ever dies, was not mixt equally; |
If our two loves be one, both thou and I |
Love just alike in all, none of these loves can die. |
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Song. |
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Goe, and catch a falling starre, |
Get with childe a mandrake root, |
Tell me, where all past yeares are, |
Or who cleft the Devils foot, |
Teach me to heare Mermaids singing, |
Or to keepe off envies stinging, |
And finde |
What winde |
Serves to advance an honest minde. |
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If thou beest borne to strange fights, |
Things invisible to see, |
Ride ten thousand dayes and nights, |
Till age snow white haires on thee, |
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me |
All strange wonders that befell thee, |
And sweare |
No where |
Lives a woman true, and faire. |
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If thou find'st one, let me know, |
Such a Pilgrimage were sweet,
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[CW: Yet] |