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| Send mee some hony to make sweete my hiue |
| That in my passions I may hope the best |
| I begg no ribband wrought with thine owne hands |
| To knitt our loue in the fantastique strayne |
| Of new touchd youth, nor Ring to shewe the stands |
| of our Affection, that as that's round and playne |
| So should our loue meete in simplicity. |
| No nor the Corrall wch. tsy wrists enfolds |
| Lac'd vp together with congruity |
| To shewe our thoughts should rest in the same holdes |
| No nor thy picture, though more gracious |
| And more desird, because best like the best |
| Nor witty lines, wch. are more copious |
| Within the writings wch. thou hast addrest |
| Send me nor this nor that t'encrease my store |
| But sweare thou thinkst I loue thee, and no more |
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| [Transcriptions are not provided for noncanonical poems, elegies on Donne by other authors, or prose compositions.] |