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| Years and years unto years, till we attain |
| To write threescore, this is the second of our raign. |
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| A Valediction of my name, in the window. |
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| I. |
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| My name ingrav'd herein, |
| Doth contribute my firmness to this glass, |
| Which ever since that charme, hath been |
| As hard as that which grav'd it, was, |
| Thine eye will give it price enough, to mock |
| The diamonds of either rock. |
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| II. |
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| 'Tis much that Glass should be |
| As all confessing, and through-shine as I |
| 'Tis more that it shews thee to thee, |
| And clear reflects thee to thine eye. |
| But all such rules loves magique can undoe, |
| Here you see me, and I see you. |
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| III. |
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| As no one point, nor dash, |
| Which are but accessaries to this name, |
| The showrs and tempests can outwash, |
| So shall all times finde me the same; |
| You this intireness better may fulfill, |
| Who have the pattern with you still.
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[CW: IV.] |