Eternal numbers to out-liue long date.

If my flight Mufe doe please these curious daies,
The paine be mine,but thine fhal be the praise.

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Hhow thy worth with manners may I finge,
When the better part of me?

What can mine owne praife to mine owne felfe bring;
And what is't but mine owne when I praise thee,

Euen for this,let vs deuided liue,

And our deare loue loofe name of fingle one,

That by this feperation I may giue:

That due to thee which thou deferu❜lt alone:
Oh abfence what a torment wouldst thou proue,
Were it not thy foure leifure gaue fweet leaue,
To entertaine the time with thoughts of loue,
VVhich time and thoughts fo fweetly doft deceiue,

And that thou teacheft how to make one twaine,
By praifing him here who doth hence remaine.

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Ake all my loues,my loue,yea take them all, before? No loue,my loue,that thou maift true loue call, All mine was thine,before thou hadft this more: Then if for my loue,thou my loue receiueft, I cannot blame thee,for my loue thou vsest, But yet be blam'd,if thou this felfe deccaueft By wilfull taste of what thy felfe refuseft. I doe forgiue thy robb'rie gentle theefe Although thou steale thee all my pouerty: And yet loue knowes it is a greater griefe To beare loues wrong,then hates knowne iniury, Lafciuious grace,in whom all il wel fhowes, Kill me with fpights yet we must not be foes.

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when sty one-time abfent from thy heart,
Hofe pretty wrongs that liberty commits,

Thy beautie,and thy yeares full well befits,
For ftill temptation followes where thou art.
Gentle thou art, and therefore to be wonne,
Beautious thou art,therefore to be affailed.
And when a woman woes, what womans fonne,
Will fourely leave her till he haue preuailed.
Aye me but yet thou might my feare forbeare,
And chide thy beauty, and thy ftraying youth,
Who lead thee in their ryor euen there
"Where thou art forft to breake a two-fold truth:
Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
Thine by thy beautie beeing falfe to me.

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Hat thou haft her it is not all my griefe,
And yet it may be faid I lou'd her deerely,
That he hath thee is of my wayling cheefe,
A loffe in loue that touches me more neerely.
Louing offendors thus I will excufe yee,

Thou dooft loue her,because thou knowft I loue her,
And for my fake euen fo doth fhe abuse me,
Suffring my friend for my fake to approoue her,
If I loofe thee,my loffe is my loues gaine,
And loofing her,my friend hath found that loffe,
Both finde cach other, and I loose both twaine,
And both for my fake lay on me this croffe,
But here's the ioy,my friend and I are one,
Sweete flattery,then fhe loues but me alone.
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WHen moft I winke then doe mine eyes beft fee,.
For all the day they view things vnrefpected,

But when Ifleepe,in dreames they looke on thee,
And darkely bright,are bright in darke directed.
Then thou whofe fhaddow fhaddowes doth make bright,
How would thy fhadowes forme,forme happy show,
To the cleere day with thy much cleerer light,
When to va-feeing eyes thy fhade fhines fo?

How

How would (fay)mine eyes be bleffed made,
By looking on thee in the liuing day?

When in dead night their faire imperfect shade,
Through heauy fleepe on fightleffe eyes doth stay?
All dayes are nights to fee till I fee thee,

And nights bright daies when dreams do fhew thee me,
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F the dull fubftance of my flesh were thought,
Iniurious distance fhould not ftop my way,
For then difpight of space I would be brought,
From limits farre remote,w here thou dooft stay,
No matter then although my foote did stand
Vpon the fartheft earth remoou'd from thee,
For nimble thought can jumpe both fea and land,
As foone as thinke the place where he would be.
But ah,thought kills me that I am not thought
To leape large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that fo much of carth and water wrought,
I must attend,times leafure with my mone.
Receiving naughts by elements fo floe,
But heauie tearcs,badges of eithers woe,
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He other two,flight ayre,and purging fire,

The firft my thought,the other my defire,
Thefe prefent abfent with fwift motion flide,
For when these quicker Elements are gone
In tender Embaffie of loue to thee,

My life being made of foure,with two alone,
Sinkes downe to death,oppreft with melancholie,
Vntill liues compofition be recured,

By those swift meffengers return'd from thee,
Who cuen but now come back againe afsured,
Of their faire health,recounting it to me.
This told,Iioy,but then no longer glad,
1fend them back againe and ftraight grow fad.

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