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| This hour her Vigil, and her Eve since this |
| Both the years, and the dayes deep midnight is. |
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| Witchcraft by a Picture. |
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| I fix mine eye on thine, and there |
| Pity my picture burning in thine eye, |
| My picture drown'd in a transparent tear, |
| When I look lower I espy, |
| Hadst thou the wicked skill, |
| By pictures made and mard, to kill; |
| How many wayes mightst thou perform thy will? |
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| But now I have drunk thy sweet salt tears, |
| Although thou powre more, I'll depart: |
| My picture vanish, vanish fears, |
| That I can be endammag'd by that art: |
| Though thou retain of me |
| One picture more, yet that will be, |
| Being in thine own heart, from all malice free. |
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| The Bait. |
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| Come live with me. and be my love, |
| And we will some new pleasures prove |
| Of golden sands, and crystal brookes: |
| With silken lines and silver hookes. |
| There will the river whispring run |
| Warm'd by thine eyes, more than the Sun. |
| And there th'inamour'd fish will play, |
| Begging themselves they may betray.
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[CW: When] |