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Yet, I would not haue all yett, [f. 85v] |
He that all hath, can haue noe more, |
And since my love doth everie day admitt |
New grouth, Thou shouldst haue new rewards in store; |
Thou canst not everie day give me thy harte |
If thou canst give it then, thou never gauest it; |
Loues ridles are, that though thy hart departe |
It staies at home, and thou with loosing savest it, |
But we will haue a way more liberall, |
Then Changing harts to ioine, Thee, so we shall |
Bee one, and one Anothers All. |
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Songe.| |
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Sweetest love I doe not goe, for wearines of thee, |
Nor in hope the world can show, a fitter love for me. |
But since that I |
Must die at last, tis best, to vse my selfe in iest |
Thus by faind deaths to die.| |
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Yesternight the sunne went hence, & yett is here today, |
He hath noe desire nor sense, Nor halfe so short a way |
Then feare not me |
But beleeve, that I shall make speedier iornies since I take |
More winges and spurs then he.| |
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Oh how feeble is mans power, that if good fortune fall
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[CW: Cannot] |