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| Or lett theis two themselues, not me decay, [f. 89] |
| So shall I live thy stay, not tryumph be, |
| Then least thy love hate, and me thou vndoe |
| O lett me live, oh love, and hate me too.| |
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| All Kinges, and all their favorites, |
| All glory of honors, bewties, witts, |
| The sunne it self, wch makes tymes as they pass |
| Is elder by a yeare, now, then it was, |
| When thou and I first one another sawe, |
| All other thinges, to their destruction drawe, |
| Only our loue hath noe decay, |
| This noe to morrow hath, nor yesterday; |
| Running, it never runs from vs away, |
| But truly keepes the first, last, everlasting day.| |
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| Two graves must hide thine and my Coarse |
| If one might, death weare noe divorse, |
| Alas, as well as other princes, we, |
| (Who Prince enough in one another be) |
| Must leave at last in death, theis eyes, and eares, |
| Oft fed wth true oathes, and with sweet salt teares: |
| But Soules where nothing dwells but love |
| (All other thoughts being Inmates) then shall prove
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