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Send home my long strayd eies to mee, Which oh too long haue dwelt on thee: Yet since there they haue learnt such ill, Such forcd fashions And false passions That they bee Made by thee Fitt for no good sight, keep them still. Send home my harmless hart againe, Which no vnworthy thought could staine; Which if it bee taught by thine To make iestings Of protestings And crosse both Word and Oath Keepe itt, for then tis none of myne. Yet send mee back my hart and eyes, That I may know, and see thy lies And may laugh, and ioy when thow Art in Anguish And dost languish, For some one That will none Or proue as false as thou art now.| |
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