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| Just such disparitie |
| As is 'twixt Airs and Angels puritie, |
| 'Twixt womens love, and mens will ever be. |
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| Break of day. |
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| [Spurious stanza] |
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| 2. |
| 'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be? |
| O wilt thou therefore rise from me? |
| Why should we rise, because 'tis light? |
| Did we lie down, because 'twas night? |
| Love which in spight of darkness brought us hether, |
| Should in dispight of light keep us together. |
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| 3. |
| Light hath no tongue, but is all eye, |
| If it could speak as well as spie, |
| This were the worst that it could say, |
| That being well, I fain would stay, |
| And that I lov'd my heart and honour so, |
| That I would not from her, that had them, goe. |
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| 4. |
| Must business thee from hence remove? |
| Oh, that's the worst disease of love, |
| The poor, the foul, the false love can |
| Admit, but not the busied man. |
| He which hath business, and makes love, doth doe |
| Such wrong, as when a married man doth wooe.
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[CW: The] |