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Loves exchange. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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If thou give nothing, yet thou art just, |
Because I would not thy first motions trust; |
Small townes which stand stiffe, till great shot
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[CW: Enforce] |