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Aire and Angels. |
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Twice or thrice had I loved thee, |
Before I knew thy face or name; |
So in a voice, so in a shapelesse flame, |
Angells affect us oft, and worship'd bee, |
Still when, to where thou wert, I came |
Some lovely glorious nothing I did see, |
But since, my soule, whose child love is, |
Takes limmes of flesh, and else could nothing doe, |
More subtile then the parent is, |
Love must not be, but take a body too, |
And therfore what thou wert, and who |
I bid Love aske, and now |
That it assume thy body, I allow, |
And fixe it selfe in thy lip, eye, and brow. |
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Whilst thus to a ballast love, I thought, |
And so more steddily to have gone, |
With wares which would sinke admiration, |
I saw, I had loves pinnace overfraught, |
Ev'ry thy haire for love to worke upon |
Is much too much, some fitter must be sought; |
For, nor in nothing, nor in things |
Extreme, and scattring bright, can love inhere; |
Then as an Angell, face, and wings |
Of aire, not pure as it, yet pure doth weare, |
So thy love may be my loves spheare; |
Just such disparitie
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[CW: As] |