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(Our Souls best baiting and mid-period, |
In her long journey, of considering God) |
Yet (no dishonour) I can reach him thus, |
As he embrac'd the fires of love, with us. |
Oh may I, (since I live) but see or hear, |
That she-Intelligence which mov'd this sphear, |
I pardon Fate, my life: who ere thou be, |
Which hast the noble conscience, thou art she, |
I conjure thee by all the charms he spoke, |
By th' oaths, which only you two never broke, |
By all the souls ye sigh'd, that if you see |
These lines, you wish, I knew your history. |
So much, as you, two mutual heav'ns were here, |
I were an Angel singing what you were. |
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