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Thou art not soe blacke as my hart, Nor halfe soe brittle as her hart thou art What wouldst thou saie, shall both our properties by thee bee spoke. Nothing more endles, nothing sooner broke. Marriage Rings are not of this stuffe, Oh why should ought lesse pretious, or lesse tough Figure our loues, except in thy name, thou haue bid itt saye I am cheap and nought but fashion, flinge mee awaie Yet staye with mee since thou art come Circle this fingers top, which didst her thombe: Bee iustlye proud, and gladlye safe that thou dost dwell with mee Shee that oh broke her faith, would soone break thee.| I am two fooles I knowe For lovinge and for saying soe In whyning Poetrie But wheres that wise man, that would not bee I If shee would not denye? Then as the Earths inward, narrow crooked lanes Doe purge Sea=waters fretfull Salt awaie; I thought if I could drawe my paines Through Rimes vexation, I should then allaie Greefe brought to nvmbers cannot bee soe fierce For hee tames itt that fetters it in verse [CW: But] |
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