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Liue I or die, by yow my loue is sent And yow are my Pauns, or els my Testament.| Pregnant againe with the old twyns Hope and Fear Oft haue I askd for thee, both how, and where Thou wert, and what my hope of letters were. As in our streets, sly Beggers narrowely Watch Motions of the giuerh hand, or Eie, And evermore conseaue some hope thereby. And now thine Almes is given; thy letter is read, The body risen againe, the which was dead, And thy poore staruelinge bountifully feadd. After this Banquett, my Soule doth sai grace, And praise thee for itt, and zealously embrace Thy loue, though I think, thy loue in this case To bee as Gluttons, which saie midst their meate They loue that best, of which they most doe eate. Att once from hence my lynes, and I depart, I to my soft still walkes, they to my hart I to the Nurse: They to the Child of art. Yett as A firme howse, though the Carpenter Perish, doth stand; As an Ambassader Lies safe, how ere his kinge bee in danger; |
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