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| Griefe, which verse did restraine. |
| To Love, and Griefe tribute of Verse belongs, |
| But not of such as pleases when'tis read, |
| Both are increased by such songs: |
| For both their triumphs so are published, |
| And I, which was two fooles, do so grow three; |
| Who are a little wise, the best fooles bee. |
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| Lovers infinitenesse. |
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| If yet I have not all thy love, |
| Deare, I shall never have it all, |
| I cannot breath one other sigh, to move; |
| Nor can intreat one other teare to fall. |
| And all my treasure, which should purchase thee, |
| Sighs, teares and oathes, and letters I have spent, |
| Yet no more can be due to mee, |
| Then at the bargaine made was ment, |
| If then thy gift of love were partiall, |
| That some to mee, some should to others fall, |
| Deare, I shall never have Thee All. |
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| Or if then thou gavest mee all, |
| All was but All, which thou hadst then, |
| But if in thy heart, since, there be or shall, |
| New love created bee, by other men, |
| Which have their stocks intire, and can in teares, |
| In sighs, in oathes, and letters outbid mee,
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