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Stars by the sunne, are not ēlargd but showen, [f. 96] |
Gentle love deeds, as blossomes on a bough |
From loves awakened root, doe bud out now; |
If as in water stirrd, more Circles be, |
Producd by one, love such additions take, |
Those, like to many spheares, but one heaven make, |
For they are all Concentrique vnto thee; |
And though each spring doe add to loue new heate, |
As Princes doe in tyme of accōns* gett |
New Taxes, and remitt them not in peace, |
No winter shall abate the springs encrease.| |
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Love, any devill else but yow, |
Would for a given soule give something too. |
At Court your fellowes every day |
Give thart of Rhiming, huntsmanship and play, |
For them, who weare their owne before, |
Only I haue nothing, wch gave more, |
But am alas, by being lowly, lower.| |
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I aske not dispensacōn now |
To satisfie* a Teare or vowe |
I doe not sue from thee to draw |
A non obstante on natures law, |
Theis are prerogatives; They inhere,
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