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| As lightning, or a Tapers light, |
| Thine eyes, and not thy noyse wak'd me; |
| Yet I thought thee |
| (For thou lov'st truth) an Angell, at first sight, |
| But when I saw thou sawest my heart, |
| And knew'st my thoughts, beyond an Angels art, |
| Whē thou knew'st what I dreamt, whē thou knew'st when |
| Excesse of joy would wake me, & cam'st then |
| I must confesse, it could not chuse but be |
| Prophane, to thinke thee any thing but thee. |
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| Comming, and staying shew'd thee, thee, |
| But rising makes me doubt, that now, |
| Thou art not thou. |
| That love is weake, where feare's as strong as hee; |
| 'Tis not all spirit, pure, and brave, |
| If mixture it of Feare, Shame, Honor have; |
| Perchance as torches which must ready bee, |
| Men light and put out, so thou deal'st with me, |
| Thou cam'st to kindle, goest to come; Then I |
| Will dreame that hope againe, but else would die. |
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| A Valediction of weeping. |
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| Let me powre forth |
| My teares before thy face, whil'st I stay here, |
| For thy face coynes them, & thy stampe they beare; |
| And by this Mintage they are something worth, |
| For thus they bee |
| Pregnant of thee,
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[CW: Fruits] |