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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 heare, |
That she-Intelligence which mov'd this spheare, |
I pardon Fate, my life: who ere thou bee, |
Which hast the noble conscience, thou art shee, |
I conjure thee by all the charmes he spoke, |
By th'oathes, which onely you two never broke, |
By all the soules yee sigh'd, that if you see |
These lines, you wish, I knew your history. |
So much, as you, two mutuall heav'ns were here, |
I were an Angell, singing what you were. |
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