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| Witchcraft by a picture. |
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| I fixe mine eye on thine, and there |
| Pitty my picture burning in thine eye, |
| My picture drown'd in a transparent teare, |
| When I looke lower I espie, |
| Hadst thou the wicked skill |
| By pictures made and mard, to kill? |
| How many wayes mightst thou performe thy will? |
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| But now I have drunke thy sweet salt teares, |
| And though thou poure more I'll depart; |
| My picture vanish'd, vanish feares, |
| That I can be endamag'd by that art; |
| Though thou retaine of mee |
| One picture more, yet that will bee, |
| Being in thine owne heart, from all malice free.
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[CW: Come] |
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