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Misterious by this love.| [f. 84] |
We Can die by it, if not live by love |
And if vnfitt for toombs, and hearse |
Our legends be, it wilbe fitt for verse, |
And if noe peece of Cronicle we prove, |
Weele build in sonnetts pretty roome |
As well, a well wrought Vrne becomes |
The greatest Ashes, as half acre tombes |
And by theis himns; all shall approve |
Vs Canonizd for love.| |
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And thus invoke vs, yo:u whom reverend loue |
Made one another Hermitage |
Yo:u to whom loue was peace, that now is rage |
Who did the whole worlds soule extract and draw |
Into the glasses of your eyes |
Soe made such mirrors & such spies |
That they did all to you Epitomize. |
Countreys, Townes, Courts beg frō aboue |
A paterne of our love.| |
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Songe |
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I am two fooles I know
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