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This extasie doth vnperplex, (Wee said) and tell vs what wee loue; Wee see by this it was not sex; Wee see wee saw not what did moue. But as all seuerall Soules containe Mixture of thinges, they know not what; Loue there mixt Soules, doth mixe againe And makes both one, each this and that. A single Violett transplant, The strength, the colour, and the size, All which before was poore and scant Redoubles still, and multiplies When loue with one another so Inter= inanimates two Soules That abler Soule which thence doth flow Defects of Loulynes controules. Wee then, who are this new soule, know Of what wee are composd, and made For the Atomi, of which wee grow Are soules, whome no change can invade But oh, alass, soe long, soe far Our boddies, why doe wee forbeare? They=re ours, though they are not, wee are The intelligences, they the spheare [CW: Wee] |
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