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Sure, they which made him god, meant not so much?
Nor he, in his young godhead practis'd it.
But when an even flame two hearts did touch,
His office was indulgently to fit
Actives to Passives. Correspondency
Onely his subject was; it cannot bee
Love, if I love, who loves not me.
But every moderne god will now extend
His vaste prerogative as farre as love.
To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend,
All is the purlewe of the God of Love.
Oh were we wak'ned by this Tyranny
To ungod this childe againe, it could not be
I should love her, who loves not me.
Rebell and Atheist too, why murmure I,
As though I felt the worst that love could doe?
Love may make me leave loving, or might trie
A deeper plague, to make her love me too,
Which, since shee loves before, I'm loth to see;
Falshood is worse than hate; and that must be,
If she whom I love, should love me.
Loves diet.
To what a combersome unwieldinesse
And burdenous corpulence my love had grown,
But that I did, to make it lesse,
And keepe it in proportion,

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