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Sweetest Love, I doe not goe [292] |
ffor wearinesse of thee |
Nor in hope the world can showe |
A fitter loue for mee |
But since that I |
At the last must part, tis best |
Thus to vse my selfe in iest |
By fayned deaths to dye. |
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Yesterday the Sunne went hence |
And yet is heere to day |
Hee hath no desire nor sence |
Nor halfe so short a way |
Then feare not mee |
But beleeue that I shall make |
Speedyer Iournyes since I take |
More wings and spurrs then hee. |
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O how feeble is mans power |
That if good fortune full |
Cannot adde another hower |
Nor a lost hower recall |
But come badd chance |
And wee add to it our strength |
And wee teach it Art and length |
It selfe ore vs t'aduance |
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When thou sighst thou sighst not wind |
But sighst my soule away |
When thou weepst, vnkindly kind |
My life bloud doth decay |
It cannot bee |
That thou lou'st mee as thou sayst |
If in thine my life thou wast |
That art the best of mee |
Let not thy divining hart, |
Forethinke mee any ill |
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Destiny may take thy part, |
and may thy feares fulfill |
But thinke that wee |
Ar but turnd aside to sleepe |
They who one another keepe |
Aliue nere parted bee.
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[CW: Love any] |