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| And, oh, no more; the likenesse being such, |
| Why should they not alike in all parts touch? |
| Hand to strange hand, lip to lip none denies; |
| Why should they brest to brest, or thighes to thighs? |
| Likenesse begets such strange selfe flatterie, |
| That touching my selfe all seemes done to thee. |
| My selfe I embrace, and mine owne hands I kisse, |
| And amorously thanke my selfe for this. |
| Me, in my glasse, I call thee; But alas, |
| When I would kisse, teares dimme mine eyes, and glasse. |
| O cure this loving madnesse, and restore |
| Me to mee; thee my halfe, my all, my more. |
| So may thy cheekes red outweare scarlet die, |
| And their white, whitenesse of the Galaxy, |
| So may thy mighty amazing beautie move |
| Envy'in all women, and in all men, love, |
| And so be change and sicknesse farre from thee, |
| As thou by comming neare, keep'st them from me. |
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[Transcriptions are not provided for noncanonical poems,
elegies on Donne by other authors, or prose compositions.] |