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Sonnets and Songs |
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Vpon the parting from his M.rs |
Valediction . | . |
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As vertuous Men passe mildly away [245] |
And whisper to theyr soules to goe |
Whilst some of theyr sadd frinds doe say |
The breath goes now, and some say No |
So let vs melt and make no noyse |
No Teare-floods, nor Sigh-tempests moue |
T'were prophanation to our Ioyes |
To tell the Layty of our Loue. |
Mouings of th' earth cause harmes and feares |
Men recken what it did and ment |
But Trepidation of the Spheares. |
Though greater far is innocent |
Dull Sublunary Louers loue |
Whose soule is sense, cannot admitt |
Absence, because it doth remoue |
Those things w.ch elemented it |
But wee by loue so much refind |
As our selues knowe not what it is |
Inter-assured of the mind |
Care lesse eyes lipps and hands to misse |
Our two Soules, then, wch ar but one |
Though I must part, endure not yet |
A breach, but an expansion |
As Gold to ayry Thinnesse beate.
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