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Rebell, and Athist too, why mvrmer I, As though I felt the worst that loue could doe? Loue might make mee leaue loueinge, or might trie A deeper plague to make her loue mee too. Which since shee loues before, I am loath to see, Falshood is worse then hate, and that mvst bee If shee whome I loue, should loue mee.| To what a cumbersome vnwildines, And burdenous corpulence my loue had growne But that I did to make it lesse And keepe it in proportion Giue it a diett, made it feede vppon That which loue worst indues, discretion. Aboue one sigh a daie, I allowd him not Of which my fortune, and my fates had part And if some tymes by stealth hee gott A shee=sigh from my Mistress hart And thought to feast on that, I lett him see Twas nether very sound nor meant to mee. If hee wrong from mee a teare, I brind it soe With scorne or shame, that him itt nourished not,[CW: if:] |
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