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| Misterious by this love.| [f. 84] |
| We Can die by it, if not live by love |
| And if vnfitt for toombs, and hearse |
| Our legends be, it wilbe fitt for verse, |
| And if noe peece of Cronicle we prove, |
| Weele build in sonnetts pretty roome |
| As well, a well wrought Vrne becomes |
| The greatest Ashes, as half acre tombes |
| And by theis himns; all shall approve |
| Vs Canonizd for love.| |
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| And thus invoke vs, yo:u whom reverend loue |
| Made one another Hermitage |
| Yo:u to whom loue was peace, that now is rage |
| Who did the whole worlds soule extract and draw |
| Into the glasses of your eyes |
| Soe made such mirrors & such spies |
| That they did all to you Epitomize. |
| Countreys, Townes, Courts beg frō aboue |
| A paterne of our love.| |
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| Songe |
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| I am two fooles I know
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