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This face wch wheresoere it comes [294] |
Can call vowed men from Cloysters, dead from tombes |
And melt both Poles at once, and store |
Desarts with Cittyes, and make more |
Mynes in the earth then quarryes were before |
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ffor this Love is enrag'd with mee |
Yet kills not, If I must example bee |
To fortunes Rebells; If th' vnborne |
Must become* by my beeing cutt vp and torne |
kill and dissect me, Love; for this |
Torture agaynst thine owne end is |
Rackt Carcasses make ill Anatomyes. |
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ffor every hower that thou wilt spare mee now |
I will allow |
(vsurious God of Love) twenty to thee |
when with my browne my gray hayres æquall bee |
Till then, loue, let my body range, and let |
Mee trauell, soiourne, match, plott, haue, forget |
Resume my last yeeres Relict; thinke that yet |
Wee had never mett |
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Let mee thinke any Riualls letter mine |
And at next nine |
Keepe midnights Promise, mistake by the way |
The Mayde, and tell the Lady of that delay |
Onely, let mee loue none, No, not the Sport |
ffrom Country Grasse to comfitures of Court |
Or Cittyes Quelq̀„choses, let not report |
My mind, transport |
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This bargayne's good if when I am old I bee |
Inflamd by thee |
If thine owne honor or my shame and payne |
Thou couet, most at that Age thou shalt gayne. |
doe thy will, then, then Subiect, and degree |
And fruits of Love, Love, I submitt to thee |
Spare mee till then, Ile beare it, though, shee bee |
One that loues mee|
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