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But when I have done so,
Some man his art or voice to show,
Doth Set and sing my pain,
And, by delighting many, frees again
Grief, which Verse did restain.
To love, and grief tribute of Verse belongs,
But not of such as pleases when 'tis read,
Both are increased by such songs:
For both their triumphs so are published,
And I, which was two fools, do so grow three,
Who are a little wise, the best fools be.
Lovers Infiniteness.
If yet I have not all thy love,
Dear, I shall never have it all,
I cannot breath one other sigh to move;
Nor can intreat one other tear to fall;
And all my treasure which should purchase thee,
Sighs, tears, and oaths, and letters I have spent,
Yet no more can be due to me,
Then at the bargain made was ment:
If then thy gift of love was partial,
That some to me, some should to others fall,
Dear, I shall never have it All.
Or, if then thou givest me All,
All was but All, which thou hadst then:
But if in thy heart, since, there be or shall,
New love created be by other men,
Which have their stocks intire, and can in tears,
In sighs, in oathes, in letters outbid me,
This new love may beget new fears,

[CW: For]