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| Myne owne Executor, and Legacie.| [f. 86v] |
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| I heard me say, tell her anone |
| That my self, that thou,* not I |
| Did kill me, And when I felt me die, |
| I bid me send my harte, when I was gone; |
| But I alas, could there find none; |
| When I had ript me, and searchd where hart did lye, |
| It kild me againe, that I who still was true |
| In life, in my last will should Cozen you.| |
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| Yett I found something like a harte, |
| But coulers it, and Corners had |
| It was not good, it was not bad, |
| It was intire to none, and few had part, |
| As good as could be made by art, |
| It seemd, and therefore for yo:r loss, be ye sad. |
| I meant to send this hart instead of myne, |
| But oh noe man could hould it, for twas thine.| |
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| A Feauer.| |
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| Oh doe not die for I shall hate |
| All women soe, when thou art gone, |
| That thee I shall not Celebrate
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[CW: When] |