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I wonder by my Troth what thou and I [291] |
Did till wee lou'd, Were wee not weand till then? |
But suckd on childish pleasure sillily |
Or snorted wee in the 7 sleepers denne |
Twas so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee |
If ever any Beauty I did see |
Wch. I desird and got, t'was but a dreame of thee |
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And now god morrow to our waking soules |
Which watch not one another out of feare |
ffor loue all loue of other sights controules |
And makes one little roome an every where |
Let Sea-discouerers to new worlds haue gon |
Let Mapps to others worlds on worlds haue showne |
Let vs possesse our world, each hath one, and is one. |
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My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeeres |
And true playne harts doe in the faces rest |
Where can wee find two fitter hemispheares |
Without sharp North without declining West |
What ever dyes was not mixt æqually |
If our two loves bee one, both thou and I |
Love iust alike in all, none of these loues can dye.|
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[CW: Sweetest love___] |