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What ever dies is not mixt equally; |
If our two loves be one, both thou and I |
Love just alike in all, none of these loves can die. |
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Song. |
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Goe, and catch a falling starre, |
Get with child a mandrake root, |
Tell me where all times past are, |
Or who cleft the devils foot. |
Teach me to hear Mermaids singing, |
Or to keep off envies stinging, |
And find |
What wind |
Serves to advance an honest mind. |
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If thou be'st born to strange sights, |
Things invisible go see, |
Ride ten thousand dayes and nights, |
Till age snow white hairs on thee. |
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me |
All strange wonders that befell thee, |
And swear |
No where |
Lives a woman true, and faire. |
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If thou find'st one, let me know, |
Such a Pilgrimage were sweet; |
Yet do not, I would not go, |
Though at next door we might meet, |
Though she were true when you met her, |
And last, till you write your letter,
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[CW: Yet] |