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What ever dies is not mixt equally;
If our two loves be one, both thou and I
Love just alike in all, none of these loves can die.
Goe, and catch a falling starre,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all times past are,
Or who cleft the devils foot.
Teach me to hear Mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envies stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.
If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible go see,
Ride ten thousand dayes and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee.
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear
No where
Lives a woman true, and faire.
If thou find'st one, let me know,
Such a Pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet do not, I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet,
Though she were true when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,

[CW: Yet]