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Send mee some hony to make sweete my hiue |
That in my passions I may hope the best |
I begg no ribband wrought with thine owne hands |
To knitt our loue in the fantastique strayne |
Of new touchd youth, nor Ring to shewe the stands |
of our Affection, that as that's round and playne |
So should our loue meete in simplicity. |
No nor the Corrall wch. tsy wrists enfolds |
Lac'd vp together with congruity |
To shewe our thoughts should rest in the same holdes |
No nor thy picture, though more gracious |
And more desird, because best like the best |
Nor witty lines, wch. are more copious |
Within the writings wch. thou hast addrest |
Send me nor this nor that t'encrease my store |
But sweare thou thinkst I loue thee, and no more |
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