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| If thou give nothing, yet thou art just, |
| Because I would not thy first motions trust: |
| Small towns which stand stiff, till great shot |
| Enforce them, by war's law, condition not, |
| Such in loves warfare is my case, |
| I may not article for grace, |
| Having put love at last to shew his face. |
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| This face, by which he could command |
| And change the Idolatry of any Land, |
| This face, which, wheresoe'r it comes, |
| Can call vow'd men from cloysters, dead from tombs, |
| And melt both Poles at once, and store |
| Deserts with Cities, and make more |
| Mynes in the earth, than Quarries were before. |
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| For, this love is inrag'd with me, |
| Yet kills not: if I must example be |
| To future Rebels: if th' unborn |
| Must learn, by my being cut up, and torn: |
| Kill and dissect me, Love; for this |
| Torture against thine own end is, |
| Rack't carcasses make ill Anatomies. |
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| Confined Love. |
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| Some man unworthy to be possessor |
| Of old or new love, himself being false or weak, |
| Thought this pain and shame would be lesser |
| If on woman kinde he might his anger wreak, |
| And thence a law did grow, |
| One might but one man know; |
| But are other creatures so?
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[CW: Are] |