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Negative Love. |
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I never stoop'd so low, as they |
Which on an eye, cheek, lip, can prey, |
Seldome to them which soar no higher |
Then virtue, or the mind t'admire; |
For sense, and understanding may |
Know what gives fuell to their fire: |
My love, though silly, is more brave, |
For may I miss, when ere I crave, |
If I know yet what I would have. |
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If that be simply perfectest |
Which can by no means be exprest |
But Negatives, my love is so. |
To all, which all love, I say no. |
If any who deciphers best, |
What we know not, (our selves) can know, |
Let him teach me that nothing. This |
As yet my ease, and comfort is, |
Though I speed not, I cannot miss. |
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The Prohibition. |
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Take heed of loving me, |
At least remember, I forbad it thee; |
Not that I shall repay in unthrifty a wast, |
Of Breath and Bloud, upon thy sighs and tears: |
By being to thee then what to me thou wast, |
But, so great Joy, our life at once outwears: |
Then, lest thy love, by my death frustrate be, |
If thou love me, take heed of loving me.
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[CW: Take] |