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Is mvch too mvch, some fitter mvst bee sought For nor in nothinge, nor in thinges Extreame, and scatteringe bright can loue inheritt Then as an Angell face, and winges Of aire, not pure as itt, yett pure doth weare Soe thy loue may bee my loues Sphere Iust such disparitie As is twixt aire, and Angells puritie Twixt womens loue, and Mens will ever bee.| I scarce beleeue my loue to bee soe pure As I had thought it was, Because it doth endure Vicissitude, and season, as the grasse, Methinkes I lied all Winter when I swore My loue was Infinite, if Springe makes it more, But if this Medisigne loue which cures all sorrowe With more not only bee no quintessence But mixt of all stuffs payninge Soule or Sence Loues not soe pure and abstract as they vse To saie which haue noe Mistresse but their Mvse But as all else beeinge Elemented too Loue some tymes would contemplate sometymes doe And yett no greater, but more eminent Loue by the Spring is growne As in the firmament. [CW: Starrs] |
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