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For may I misse, when ere I crave,
If I know yet what I would have.
If that be simply perfectest
Which can by no way be exprest
But Negatives, my love is so.
To All, which all love, I say no.
If any who deciphers best,
What we know not, our selves can know,
Let him teach mee that nothing. This
As yet my ease, and comfort is,
Though I speed not, I cannot misse.
The Prohibition.
Take heed of loving me,
At least remember, I forbade it thee;
Not that I shall repaire my unthrifty wast,
Of Breath and Blood, upon thy sighes, and teares;
By being to thee then what to me thou wast,
But, so great Ioy, our life at once outweares,
Then, least thy love, by my death, frustrate be,
If thou love me, take heed of loving me.
Take heed of hating mee,
Or too much triumph in the Victory.
Not that I shall be mine owne officer,
And hate with hate againe retaliate;
But thou wilt lose the stile of conquerour,

[CW: If]