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Sonnet |
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Tis true, tis day. What though it bee? [258] |
And will you therefore rise from mee? |
Why should wee rise? because tis Light? |
Did wee lye downe because t'was night |
Loue w,ch in spight of darknesse brought vs hether |
Should in despight of Light keepe vs together |
2 |
Light hath no tongue, but is all eye |
If it could speake as well as spye |
This is the worst that it could say |
That beeing well I fayne would stay |
And that I loue my hart and honor so |
As I would not from him that hath them goe |
3 |
Must businesse thee from hence remoue? |
O that's the worst disease of Loue |
The poore, the foule, the false Love can |
Admitt, but not the busyed man |
Hee that hath businesse, and makes Loue, doth doe |
Such wrong as if a marryed man should wooe. |
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The Canonization |
ffor Gods sake hold yor tongue, and let me loue |
Or chide my palsy or my goute |
My fine gray hayres, or ruynd fortune flout |
With wealth yor State, yor mind with Arts improue |
Take you a course, get you a place |
Observe his honor, or his Grace |
And the kings reall or his stamped face |
Contemplate what you will approue |
So you will let mee loue.|
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[CW: Alas___] |