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Our hands were firmely cimented With a fast balme, which thence did spring Our Eyebeames twisted, And did thred Our eyes vppon one double string. So to intergraft our hands, as yet Was all our meanes, to make vs one; And pictures on our eyes to gett, Was all our propogation. As twixt two equall Armies, fate Suspends vncertaine Victorie Our Soules which to aduance their state, Were gon out, hong twixt her and mee And whilst our Soules negotiate there, Wee like Sepulchrall Statues laie, All daie the same our postures were, And wee said nothing all the daie. If any so by loue refind That hee Soules language vnderstood, And by good loue were growne all minde Within convenient distance stood. Hee though hee knew not which Soule spake (Because both meant, both spake the same) Might thence a new concoction take, And part farr purer then hee came. |
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