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The Shadow |
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Stand still and I will reade to thee |
A Lecture, Loue, in Loues philosophy |
These 3 howers w.ch wee haue spent |
Walking here, two Shadowes went |
Along with vs w.ch wee our selues produc'd |
But now the Sunn is iust aboue our head |
Wee doe those shadowes tread |
And to braue cleerenesse all things ar reduc'd. |
So whilst our Infant Love did growe, |
Desguises did and shadowes flowe |
From vs and our Eares*, Now it is not so. |
That Loue hath not attynd the least degree |
W.ch still is vigilant least others see |
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Except our Loue at this noone stay |
Wee shall new Shadowes make the other way |
As the first were made to blind |
Other, These w.ch come behind |
Will worke vpon our selves and blind |our| eyes |
If our Love faynt and wWstwardly decline; |
To mee Thou falsely |thine, |
And I to thee |my| Actions shall desguise |
The Morning Shadowes weare away |
But these growe longer all the day |
But (oh) Loues day is short if Love decay |
Loue is a growing and full constant light |
And his first minute after noon is night
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[CW: I scarse___ ] |