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| If'twere not so, what did become |
| Of my heart, when I first saw thee? |
| I brought a heart into the roome, |
| But from the roome I carried none with me; |
| If it had gone to thee, I know |
| Mine would have taught thine heart to show |
| More pity unto me: but Love, alas |
| At one first blow did shiver it as glasse. |
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| Yet nothing can to nothing fall, |
| Nor any place be empty quite, |
| Therefore I thinke my brest hath all |
| Those peeces still, though they be not unite; |
| And now as broken glasses show |
| A hundred lesser faces, so |
| My ragges of heart can like, wish, and adore, |
| But after one such love, can love no more. |
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| A Valediction forbidding mourning. |
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| As vertuous men passe mildly away, |
| And whisper to their soules, to goe, |
| Whilst some of their sad friends doe say, |
| The breath goes now, and some say, no. |
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| So let us melt, and make no noyse, |
| No teare-floods, nor sigh-tempests move, |
| 'Twere prophanation of our joyes |
| To tell the layetie our love.
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[CW: Moving] |