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| An Europe, Afrique, and an Asia, |
| And quickly make that, which was nothing, All: |
| So doth each tear, |
| Which thee doth wear, |
| A globe, yea would by that impression grow, |
| Till thy Tears mixt with mine doe overflow |
| This world, by waters sent from thee, my heav'n dissolved so. |
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| O more than Moon, |
| Draw not thy seas to drown me in thy sphear, |
| Weep me not dead, in thine armes, but forbear |
| To teach the sea, what it may do too soon, |
| Let not the winde |
| Example finde, |
| To do me more harm, then it purposeth, |
| Since thou and I sigh one anothers breath, |
| Who e'r sighs most, is cruellest, and hasts the others death. |
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| Loves Alchymy. |
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| Some that have deeper digg'd Loves Mine than I, |
| Say, where his centrique happiness doth lie: |
| I have lov'd, and got, and told, |
| But should I love, get, tell till I were old; |
| I should not find that hidden mystery; |
| Oh, 'tis imposture all: |
| And as not chymique yet th' Elixar got, |
| But glorifies his pregnant pot, |
| If by the way to him befal |
| Some odoriferous thing, or medicinal, |
| So, lovers dream a rich and long delight, |
| But get a winter-seeming-summers night.
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