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Loves exchange.
Love, any devill else but you,
Would for a given Soule give something too.
At Court your fellowes every day,
Give th' art of Riming, Huntsmanship or play,
For them which were their owne before;
Onely I have nothing, which gave more,
But am, alas, by being lowly, lower.
I aske no dispensation now
To falsifie a teare, or sigh, or vow,
I doe not sue from thee to draw
A non obstante on natures law,
These are prerogatives, they inhere
In thee and thine; none should forsweare
Except that he Loves minion were.
Give me thy weaknesse, make me blinde,
Both wayes, as thou and thine; in eyes and minde;
Love, let me never know that this
Is love, or, that love childish is.
Let me not know that others know
That she knowes my paines, least that so
A tender shame make me mine owne new woe.
If thou give nothing, yet thou art just,
Because I would not thy first motions trust;
Small townes which stand stiffe, till great shot

[CW: Enforce]