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No Louer sayth I loue, nor any other [306] |
Can iudge a perfect lover |
Hee thinkes that else none can nor will agree |
That any loues but hee |
I cannot say I lou'd, for who can say |
Hee was killd yesterday? |
Loue, with excesse of heate, more young then old, |
Death, kills, with too much cold. |
Wee dye but once, and who lov'd last did dye |
Hee that sayth, twice, doth lye |
ffor though hee seeme to moue and stirr a while |
It doth the sence beguile |
Such life is like the light that bideth yet |
When the lifes light is sett |
Or like the heate wch. fire in solide matter |
Leaues behind 2 howers after |
Once I lou'd, and dyd, and am now become |
Mine Epitaph and Tombe |
Heere dead men speake theyr last and so do I |
Loue-slayne, Loe heere I lye
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