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Negative Loue; or The Nothing |
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I never stoopd so lowe as they |
Which on an eye, cheeke, lipp, can prey |
Seldome to them w.ch soare no higher |
Then Vertue or the mind t'admire |
ffor sence and vnderstanding may |
Knowe what giues fewell to theyr fire |
My Loue, though silly, is more braue |
For may I misse when ere I craue |
If I knowe yet what I would haue |
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If that bee simply perfectest |
W.ch can by no meanes bee exprest |
But Negatiues, My loue is so |
To All wch all Loue I say No |
If any who desciphers best, |
What wee knowe not ourselues, can knowe |
Let him teach mee that Nothing; this |
As yet mine ease and Comfort is |
Though I speede not I cannot misse |
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A Ieate Ring Sent |
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Thou art not so black as my Hart |
Nor halfe so brittle as her heart thou art |
What wouldst thou say? Shall both our properties by thee bee \spoke? |
Nothing more endlesse, nothing sooner broke |
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Marriage Rings are not of this stuff |
Oh why should ought lesse precious or lesse tough |
Figure our Love? except in thy name thou haue bidd it say |
I am cheape and nought but fashion, fling m'away |
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Yet stay with me since thou art come |
Circle this fingers topp wch didst her thumb |
Bee iustly proud and gladly safe that thou dost dwell w.th mee |
Shee that (oh) broke her fayth would soone breake thee
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[CW: Deare Loue] |