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For may I misse, when ere I crave, |
If I know yet what I would have. |
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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. |
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The Prohibition. |
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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. |
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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,
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[CW: If] |