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Therfore Ile giue no more; but ile vndoe The world by dyinge, because loue dies too: Then all your beauties will bee no more worth, Then golden mines, where none doth draw it forth. And all your graces no more vse shall haue Then a Sun diall in a graue Thou loue taughst mee, by making mee Loue her, who doth neglect both thee and mee To invent and practise this one waye to annihilate all ***.| Who ever comes to shrowde mee, doe not harme Nor question mvch This subtile wreath of haire, which crownes mine arme The Misterie, the signe, yow mvst not touch, For tis my owtward soule Viceroy to that, which then to heauen being gone Will leaue this to controwle And keepe those lim̅s, her Prouinces from dissolution For if the sinew=thred my brayne letts fall Through every parte Cann tye those partes, and make mee one of all, Thes haires which vpward growe, and strength and art Haue from a better braine Can better doe it; Except shee ment that I By this should know my paine As Prisoners then are manacled when they are condemd to die |
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