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| The Anniversary. |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |
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| 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
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[CW: Treason] |