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| Let mee thinke any rivalls letter mine, |
| And at next nine |
| Keepe midnights promise; mistake by the way |
| The maid, and tell the Lady of that delay; |
| Onely let mee love none, no, not the sport |
| From country grasse, to comfitures of Court, |
| Or cities quelque choses, let report |
| My minde transport. |
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| This bargaine's good; if when I'am old, I bee |
| Inflam'd by thee, |
| If thine owne honour, or my shame, or paine, |
| Thou covet most, at that age thou shalt gaine. |
| Doe thy will then, then subject and degree, |
| And fruit of love, Love I submit to thee, |
| Spare mee till then, I'll beare it, though she bee |
| One that loves mee. |
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| The Canonization. |
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| For Godsake hold your tongue, and let me love, |
| Or chide my palsie, or my gout, |
| My five gray haires, or ruin'd fortune flout, |
| With wealth your state, your minde with Arts improve |
| Take you a course, get you a place, |
| Observe his honour, or his grace, |
| Or the Kings reall, or his stamped face |
| Contemplate, what you will, approve, |
| So you will let me love.
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[CW: Alas,] |