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| Cannot adde another houre, |
| Nor a lost houre recall? |
| But come bad chance, |
| And we joyne to it our strength, |
| And we teach it art and length, |
| It selfe o'r us, to'advance. |
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| When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st no winde |
| But sigh'st my soule away, |
| When thou weep'st, unkindly kinde, |
| My lifes blood doth decay. |
| It cannot bee |
| That thou lov'st me, as thou say'st |
| If in thine my life thou waste, |
| That art the best of mee |
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| Let not thy divining heart |
| Forethinke me any ill, |
| Destiny may take thy part, |
| And may thy feares fulfill, |
| But thinke that wee |
| Are but turn'd aside to sleepe; |
| They who one another keepe |
| Alive, ne'r parted bee. |
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| The Legacy. |
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| When I dyed last, and, Deare, I die |
| As often as from thee I goe. |
| Though it be but an houre agoe,
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[CW: And] |