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The Expiration. |
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So, so, breake off this last lamenting kisse, |
Which sucks two soules, and vapors Both away, |
Turne thou ghost that way, and let mee turne this, |
And let our selves benight our happiest day, |
Wee aske none leave to love; nor will we owe |
Any, so cheape a death, as saying, Goe; |
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Goe; and if that word have not quite kil'd thee, |
Ease mee with death, by bidding mee goe too. |
Oh, if it have, let my word worke on mee, |
And a just office on a murderer doe. |
Except it be too late, to kill me so, |
Being double dead, going, and bidding, goe. |
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The Computation. |
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For the first twenty yeares, since yesterday, |
I scarce beleev'd, thou could'st be gone away, |
For forty more, I fed on favours past, |
And forty'on hopes, that thou would'st, they might \ (last. |
Teares drown'd one hundred, and sighes blew out two, |
A thousand, I did neither thinke, nor doe. |
Or not divide, all being one thought of you; |
Or in a thousand more, forgot that too. |
Yet call not this long life; But thinke that I |
Am, by being dead, Immortall; Can ghosts die?
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[CW: Elegie.] |