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| But when I have done so, |
| Some man his art or voice to show, |
| Doth Set and sing my pain, |
| And, by delighting many, frees again |
| Grief, which Verse did restain. |
| To love, and grief tribute of Verse belongs, |
| But not of such as pleases when 'tis read, |
| Both are increased by such songs: |
| For both their triumphs so are published, |
| And I, which was two fools, do so grow three, |
| Who are a little wise, the best fools be. |
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| Lovers Infiniteness. |
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| If yet I have not all thy love, |
| Dear, I shall never have it all, |
| I cannot breath one other sigh to move; |
| Nor can intreat one other tear to fall; |
| And all my treasure which should purchase thee, |
| Sighs, tears, and oaths, and letters I have spent, |
| Yet no more can be due to me, |
| Then at the bargain made was ment: |
| If then thy gift of love was partial, |
| That some to me, some should to others fall, |
| Dear, I shall never have it All. |
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| Or, if then thou givest me All, |
| All was but All, which thou hadst then: |
| But if in thy heart, since, there be or shall, |
| New love created be by other men, |
| Which have their stocks intire, and can in tears, |
| In sighs, in oathes, in letters outbid me, |
| This new love may beget new fears,
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