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| But I have told them, since you will be true, |
| You shall be true to them who're false to you. |
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| Loves Usury. |
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| For every hour that thou wilt spare me now, |
| I will allow, |
| Usurious God of Love, twenty to thee, |
| When with my brown, my gray hairs equal be; |
| Till then, Love, let my body range, and let |
| Me travail, sojourn, snatch, plot, have, forget, |
| Resume my last years relique: think that yet |
| We'had never met. |
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| Let me think any rivals letter mine, |
| And at next nine |
| Keep midnights promise; mistake by the way |
| The Maid, and tell the Lady of her delay; |
| Only let me love none, no not the sport; |
| From Country grass to comefitures of Court, |
| Or Cities Quelque-choses, let report |
| My mind transport. |
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| This bargain's good; if when I'am old, I be |
| Inflam'd by thee, |
| If thine own honour, or my shame or pain, |
| Thou covet most, at that age thou shalt gain; |
| Do thy will then, then subject and degree, |
| And fruit of love, Love I submit to thee, |
| Spare me till then, I'le bear it, though she be |
| One that loves me.
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[CW: Canonization] |