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Shees dead: and all which die To their first elements resolue And wee were mvtuall Elements to vs And made of one another. My Boddy then doth hers involue And those things whereof I consist, hereby In mee abundant grow, and burdenous And nowrish not, but smother My fire of passion, sighs of ayre Water of teares, and earthly sad despaire. (Which my Materialls bee But neere worne out, by loues securitie Shee to my losse doth by her death repaire And I might liue long wretched soe But that my fire doth with in my fuell grow. Now as those actiue kyngs, Whose forreine conquest treasure bringes, Receaue more, and spend more, and soonest breake This (which I am amazd that I can speake) This death hath with my store My vse encreased And soe my Soule more earnestly releassed Will out strip hers, as bulletts flowne before, A latter bullet may ore take, the powder being more.| A pregnant banck sweld vp to rest The Violetts reclyninge head Sat wee two, one anothers best. [CW: Our.] |
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