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The Dissolution
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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