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| Songe |
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| Send home my longe strayd eyes to me [f. 76] |
| Wch oh, too longe haue dwelt on thee, |
| Yett since there they haue learnd such ill, |
| Such forced fashions |
| And false passions |
| That they be |
| Made by thee |
| Fitt for noe good sight, keepe them still.| |
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| Send home my harmeless hart againe |
| Wch noe vnworthy thought could staine; |
| Wch if it be taught by thine |
| To make Iestinges |
| Of protestings |
| And cross both |
| Word and oath |
| Keepe it, for then tis none of myne.| |
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| Yett send me back my hart and eyes |
| That I may know and see thy lies |
| And may laugh when that thou |
| Art in anguish |
| And dost languish |
| For some one |
| That will none |
| Or prove as false, as thou art now.|
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