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The Anniversary.
All Kings, and all their favorites,
All glory of honours, beauties, wits,
The Sun it selfe, which makes times, as these passe,
Is elder by a yeare now, then, it was
When thou and I first one another saw:
All other things to their destrustion draw,
Onely our love hath no decay;
This, no to morrow hath, nor yesterday;
Running it never runs from us away,
But truely keepes his first, last, everlasting day.
Two graves must hide thine and my coarse;
If one might, death were no divorce,
Alas as well as other Princes, wee,
(Who Prince enough in one another bee,)
Must leave at last in death, these eyes, and eares,
Oft fed with true oathes, and with sweet salt teares:
But soules where nothing dwels but love;
(All other thoughts being inmates) then shall prove
This, or a love increased there above,
When bodies to their grave, soules from their graves remove.
And then we shall be throughly blest;
But now no more than all the rest.
Here upon earth, we'are Kings, and none but wee
Can be such Kings, nor of such subjects bee;
Who is so safe as we? where none can doe

[CW: Treason]