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Thy beames soe reverend, and stronge Why shouldst thou thinke? I could eclipse and cloud them with a winke, But that I would not loose her sight soe longe If her eies haue not blynded thine Looke, and to morrow late tell mee Whether both Indiæes, of spice, and mine Bee where thou leftst them, or lye here with mee Aske for those kyngs, whome thou sawst yesterdaie And thou shalt heare; all here in one bedd laye. She is all States; And all Princes, I Nothing els is. Princes doe but plaie vs. Compard to this All honours Minique: All wealth Alchimie Thou Sun art halfe as happie as wee In that the world contracted thus; Thyne Age askes ease, and since thy duties bee To warme the world, thats done in warming vs, Shine heere to vs, and thou art every where; This bed thy center is, these walls thy Sphere.| [CW: Now] |
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