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| And soe more stedily to haue gone, [f. 88] |
| Wth Wars wch would sinck admiracōn |
| I sawe, I had loves pinnace overfraught. |
| Euery thy haire, for love to work vpon, |
| Is much to much, some fitter must be sought |
| For nor in nothing, nor in thinges |
| Extreme, and scattering bright can loue inhere |
| Then as an Angell, face and winges |
| Of aire, not pure as itt, yett pure doth weare |
| So thy love, may be my loves spheare. |
| Iust such disparitee |
| As is twixt aire, and angells puritie |
| Twixt womens love, and mens will ever be.| |
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| * |
| Tis true, tis day, what though it be? |
| O Wilt thou rise from me? |
| Why should we rise because tis light? |
| Did we lye downe because, twas night? |
| Love wch in despight of darknes brought vs hither* |
| Should in despight of light keepe vs togeather.| |
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| *Must buisines thee from hence remove? |
| Oh yts the worst disease of loue; |
| The poore, the foule, the false, loue can
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