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The Dissolution |
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Shee's dead, and all wch. dye [287] |
To theyr first Elements resolue |
And wee were mutuall Elements to vs |
And made of one another |
My Body then doth hers involue |
And those things whereof I consist, heereby |
In mee abundant grow and burdenous |
And nourish not, but smother. |
My fire of Passion, sighs of Ayre |
Water of Teares, and Earthy sadd despayre |
(Wch my materialls bee) |
But neere worne out by Loues Security) |
Shee, to my losse, doth with her death repayre |
And I might liue long wretched so |
But that my fire doth with my fewell growe. |
Now, as those actiue kings |
Whose forraigne Conquest treasure brings |
Receaue more, and spend more, and soonest breake: |
This (wch I am amaz'd that I can speake) |
This, death, hath, with my store, |
My vse encreased |
And so my soule more earnestly released |
Will outstripp hers, as Bullets flowne before |
A latter Bullet may or'etake, the Powder beeing more.
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