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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 we will have a way more liberall, |
Then changing hearts, to joyne them, so we shall |
Be one, and one anothers All. |
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Song. |
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Sweetest Love, I doe not goe, |
For wearinesse of thee, |
Nor in hope the world can show |
A fitter Love for mee, |
But since that I |
At the last must part, 'tis best, |
Thus to use my selfe in jest |
By fained deaths to dye; |
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Yesternight the Sunne went hence, |
And yet it here to day, |
He hath no desire nor sense, |
Nor halfe so short a way: |
Then feare not me, |
But beleeve that I shall make |
Speedier journeyes, since I take |
More wings and spurres than hee. |
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O how feeble is mans power, |
That if good fortune fall,
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[CW: Cannot] |