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As a meere man; doe you but try
Your passive valour, and you shall finde than,
Naked you 'have odds enough of any man.
The Dissolution.
Shee'is dead; And all which die
To their first Elements resolve;
And we were mutuall Elements to us,
And made of one another.
My body then doth hers involve,
And those things whereof I consist, hereby
In me abundant grow, and burdenous,
And nourish not, but smother.
My fire of Passion, sighes of ayre,
Water of teares, and earthy sad despaire,
Which my materialls be,
But neere worne out by loves securitie,
She, to my losse, doth by her death repaire,
And I might live long wretched so
But that my fire doth with my fuell grow.
Now as those Active Kings
Whose foraine conquest treasure brings,
Receive more, and spend more, and soonest breake:
This (which I am amaz'd that I can speake)
This death, hath with my store
My use encreas'd.
And so my soule more earnestly releas'd,
Will outstrip hers; As bullets flowen before
A latter bullet may o'rtake, the powder being more.

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