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The Anniversary. |
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All Kings, and all their Favorites, |
All glory of honours, beauties, wits, |
The Sun it self (which makes times, as they pass) |
Is elder by a year now, then it was |
When thou and I first one another saw: |
All other things to their destruction draw; |
Only our love hath no decay: |
This no to-morrow hath, nor yesterday; |
Running it never runs from us away, |
but truly keeps his first-last-everlasting day: |
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Two graves must hide thine and my coarse; |
If one might death were no divorce, |
Alas, as well as other Princes, we, |
(Who Prince enough in one another be,) |
Must leave at last in death, these eyes, and ears, |
Oft fed with true oathes, and with sweet salt tears: |
But souls where nothing dwels but love; |
(All other thoughts, being inmates) then shall prove |
This or a love increased there above, |
When bodies to their graves, souls from their graves remove. |
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And then we shall be throughly blest; |
But now no more then all the rest. |
Here upon earth, we are Kings, and but we |
None are such Kings, nor of such subjects be; |
Who is so safe as we? where none can do |
Treason to us, except one of us two. |
True and false fears let us refrain. |
Let us love nobly, and live, and add again
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[CW: Years] |