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| Eligie. |
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| Image of her whome I loue more then shee [264] |
| Whose fayre Impression in my faythfull hart |
| Makes me her Medall, and makes her Loue mee |
| As kings doe coynes to w.ch theyr stamps impart |
| The Valew; Goe and take my heart from hence |
| Which now is growne too good and greate for mee. |
| Honours oppresse weake Spirits, and our sence |
| Strong obiects dull, the more, the lesse we see. |
| When you are gon, and reason gon with you |
| Then fantasy is Queene and Soule and all |
| Shee can present ioyes meaner then you doe, |
| Convenient, and more proportionall. |
| So if I dreame I haue you, I haue you |
| (ffor all our Ioyes are but fantasticall) |
| And so I scape the payne, (for payne is true) |
| And Sleepe w.ch locks vp sence doth lock out all |
| After a such fruition I shall wake |
| And, but the waking, nothing shall repent |
| And shall to Loue more thankfull Sonnets make |
| Then if more honour teares and paynes were spent. |
| But Dearest Heart and dearer Image stay |
| Alas true Ioyes at best are dreame enough |
| Though you stay here you passe too fast away |
| ffor even at first lifes taper is a snuff, |
| ffilled with her Love, may I bee rather growne |
| Madd with much Heart then Idiot with none
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