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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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[CW: This] |