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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] |