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| If 'twere not so, what did become |
| Of my heart, when I first saw thee? |
| I brought a heart into the room, |
| But from the room I carried none with me: |
| If it had gone to thee, I know |
| Mine would have taught thine heart to show |
| More pity unto me: but Love, alas, |
| At one first blow did shiver it as glass. |
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| Yet nothing can to nothing fall, |
| Nor any place be empty quite, |
| Therefore I think my brest hath all |
| Those pieces still, though they be not unite: |
| And now as broken glasses show |
| A hundred lesser faces, so |
| My raggs of heart can like, wish, and adore, |
| But after one such love, can love no more. |
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| A valediction forbidding mourning. |
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| As virtuous men pass mildly away, |
| And whisper to their souls, to go, |
| Whilst some of their sad friends do say, |
| Now his breath goes, and some say, No; |
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| So let us melt, and make no noise, |
| No tear-flouds, nor sigh-tempests move, |
| 'Twere prophanation of our joyes |
| To tell the layity our love. |
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| Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears, |
| Men reckon what it did, and meant,
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