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Song
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.
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.
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
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
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.

[CW: Love any]