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Cannot adde another houre, |
Nor a lost houre recall? |
But come bad chance, |
And we joyne to it our strength, |
And we teach it art and length, |
It selfe o'r us, to'advance. |
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When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st no winde |
But sigh'st my soule away, |
When thou weep'st, unkindly kinde, |
My lifes blood doth decay. |
It cannot bee |
That thou lov'st me, as thou say'st |
If in thine my life thou waste, |
That art the best of mee |
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Let not thy divining heart |
Forethinke me any ill, |
Destiny may take thy part, |
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 Legacy. |
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When I dyed last, and, Deare, I die |
As often as from thee I goe. |
Though it be but an houre agoe,
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[CW: And] |