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Except our loue at this noone stay [f. 78v] |
We shall new shadowes make the other way |
As the first were made to blind |
Others, theis wch come behind |
Will worke vpon our selues, & blind or eyes. |
If once loue fainte, and westwardly decline, |
To me, thou falsly thine, |
And I to thee myne accon̄s shall disguise, |
The morning shaddowes weare away, |
But theis grow longer all the day; |
But oh, loves day is short, if loue decay: |
Loue is a growing , or full constant light, |
And his first minute afternoone is night.| |
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A Valediction. |
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As vertuous men pass mildely away, |
And whisper to their soules to goe, |
And some of their sad freinds do say |
The breath goes now, & some say noe.| |
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So lett vs melt and make noe noise |
No teare flouds, nor sigh tempest* move, |
Twere prophanation of our joyes |
To tell the laytie our love |
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Moving of thearth* brings harmes and feares
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[CW: Men] |