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| The world by dying, because loue dies too. [f. 105v] |
| Then all your beauties wilbe no more worth, |
| Then gold in mynes, where none doth draw it forth. |
| And all your graces, noe more vse shall haue |
| Then a Sundiall in a grave |
| Thou loue taughtst me, by making me |
| Love her, who doth neglect both me and thee, |
| To invent, and practise this one way, to Annihilate all three. |
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| The Funerall.| |
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| Who ever comes to shroud me, doe not harme |
| Nor question much |
| That subtile wreath of haire, wch crownes myne arme, |
| The mistery, the signe, yow must not touch, |
| For tis my outward soule |
| Vice* to that, wch then to heaven being gone, |
| Will leaue this to controule |
| And keepe theis limnes, her provinces from disolac̀„on.| |
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| For if the sinewye thred my braine letts fall, |
| Through every parte, |
| Can tie those partes, and make me one of all, |
| Theis haires wch vpward grew, and strenght and art |
| Haue from a better braine,
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