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Now thou hast loud mee one whole daye, To morrowe when thou leaust, what wilt thou saye? Wilt thou then Antedate some new made vowe Or saie that now Wee are not iust those persons, which wee were? Or that oathes made in reuerentiall feare Of loue, and his wrath any may forsweare? Or as true deaths true Mariages vntie, Soe lovers contracts, Images of those Bynde but till sleepe, Deaths Image them vnlose, Or your owne end to iustifie For having purposd change and falshood, yow Can haue noe waie, but falshood to bee trwe: Vaine Lunatique, against those scapes I could Dispute, and conquer, if I would, Which I abstaine to doe For by to morrowe I may thinke soe too.| Oh doe not dye, for I shall hate All women soe when thou art gone That thee I shall not celebrate When I remember thou wast one. But yet thou canst not die I knowe, To leaue this worlde behinde is death: But when thou from this world wilt goe, The whole World Vapours with thy breath. |
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