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Manvre thy selfe then; to thy selfe bee approoud, And with vaine outward things bee no more moud But to knowe that I loue thee, And would bee loud.| If as myne is, thy life a slumber bee, Seeme, when thou readst these lynes to dreame of mee. Never did Morpheus, nor his brother weare Shapes so like those shapes, whome they would appeere As this my letter is like mee; for itt Hath my Name, wordes, hand, feete, hart, Minde, and witt: It is my Deede of gift of mee, to thee Itt is my Will, my Selfe, my Legacie. So thy retiringes I loue, yea Envy, Bred in thee by a wise Malancholie; That I reioyce, that vnto where thou art Though I stay here, I can thus send my hart, As kindly as any inamoured Patient His picture to his absent loue hath sent. All news I thinke sooner reach thee, then mee, Heauens are heauens, And Ships wingd Angells bee. The which both Gospell, and stearne threateninges bringe Guyanaes harvest, is nipd in the Springe I feare: and with vs (Methinkes) fate deales so As with the Iewes Guide God did: hee did show Him the rich land, But bard his entry in. Oh slownes is our Punnishment, and Sinne. Perchance, these Spanish businesse beinge donne, Which as the Earth betweene the Moone and Sun Eclipse the light, which Guyana would giue, Our discontinved hopes, wee shall retriue; [CW: But if.] |
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