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A Ieat Ring sent.
Thou art not so black, as my heart,
Nor halfe so brittle, as her heart, thou art;
What wouldst thou say? shal both our properties by thee be spoke,
Nothing more endlesse, nothing sooner broke?
Marriage rings are not of this stuffe;
Oh, why should ought lesse precious, or lesse though
Figure our loves? except in thy name thou have bid it say
I'm cheap, & nought but fashiõ, fling me'away.
Yet stay with me since thou art come,
Circle this fingers top, which didst her thombe.
Be justly proud, and gladly safe, that thou dost dwell with mee
She that, Oh, broke her faith, would soone break thee.
Negative love.
I never stoop'd so low, as they
Which on an eye, cheek, lip, can prey,
Seldome to them which soare no higher
Then vertue, or the minde to'admire,
For sense, and understanding may
Know, what gives fuell to their fire:
My Love, though silly, is more brave,

[CW: For]