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Alass Alas, who is Iniurd by my loue What Marchants ships haue my sighes drownd? Who saies my Teares haue overflowd his grownd When did my colds a forward Springe remoue? When did the heates which my vaines fill Add one Man to the Plaguie bill? Soldiers finde warrs, and lawyers finde out still Litiguous Men, which quarrells moue Though shee and I doe loue. Call vs what yow will, wee are made such by loue Call her one, mee, another flye Wee are Tapers too, and at our owne cost die And wee in vs finde the Eagle, and the Doue: The Phenix riddle hath more witt By vs, wee two being one, are itt Soe too one newtrall thinge both sexes fitt Wee die, and rise the same and proue Misterious by this loue. Wee cann die by itt if not liue by loue; And if vnfitt for Tombes, and herse Our legends bee, itt will bee fitt for verse; And if no peece of Cronicle wee proue Weele build in Sonnets prittie roomes As well a well wrought vine becomes The greatest Ashes as half=acre tombs; And by those Himmes all shall approue Vs canonizd for loue. [CW: And] |
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