MARK but this,

        tle t w me is ;

        It suckd me first, and nohee,

        And in two bloods mingled be.

        t t t be said

        A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;

        Yet t woo,

        And pamperd swo ;

        And than we would do.

        O stay, three lives in one flea spare,

        , yea, more than married are.

        this

        Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.

        ts grudge, and you, ,

        And cloisterd in t.

        t to kill me,

        Let not to t self-murder added be,

        And sacrilege, three.

        Cruel and sudden,    thou since

        Purpled thy nail in blood of innoce?

        y be,

        Except in t drop hee?

        Yet triump, and sayst t thou

        Findst not the weaker now.

        tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;

        Just so mue,

        ill e, as took life from thee.

        I ONDER by my trot thou and I

        Did, till    ill then ?

        But suckd on try pleasures, childishly ?

        Or snorted he Seven Sleepers den ?

        t this, all pleasures fancies be ;

        If ever ay I did see,

        , t a dream of thee.

        And noo our waking souls,

        e anot of fear ;

        For love all love of ots trols,

        And makes otle room an everywhere.

        Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ;

        Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ;

        Let us possess one world ; eae, and is one.

        My fa thine in mine appears,

        And true plain s do in t ;

        ter hemispheres

        it s deing    ?

        ever dies,    mixd equally ;

        If our thou and I

        Love so alike t none    sla, none    die.

        GO and catcar,

        Get ,

        tell me w years are,

        Or ,

        teaco hear mermaids singing,

        Or to keep off envys stinging,

        And find

        wind

        Serves to advan    mind.

        If t born te sights,

        to see,

        Ride ten ts,

        till age snow we hee,

        turnst,    tell me,

        All strange    befell thee,

        And swear,

        No where

        Lives a rue and fair.

        If t one, let me know,

        Suc;

        Yet do not, I    go,

        t    door we mig,

        true, w her,

        And last, till you e your letter,

        Yet she

        ill be

        False, ere I e, to three.

        NO t loved me one whole day,

        to-morro thou say ?

        ilt tedate some new-made vow ?

        Or say t now

        e are not just those persons which we were ?

        Or t oatial fear

        Of Love, and h, any may forswear ?

        Or, as true deatrue marriages untie,

        So lovers tracts, images of those,

        Bind but till sleep, deathem unloose ?

        Or, your oo justify,

        For having purposed ge and falsehood, you

        falseo be true ?

        Vain lunatic, against these scapes I could

        Dispute, and quer, if I would ;

        ain to do,

        For by to-morrooo.

        I hing

        thies did ;

        A a braver th spring,

        o keep t hid.

        It    madness noo impart

        tone,

        to cut it,    find none.

        So, if I his,

        Others—because no more

        Sucuff to here is—

        ould love but as before.

        But hin

        hes,

        For he who color loves, and skin,

        Loves but t clothes.

        If, as I have, you also do

        Virtue in woman see,

        And dare love t, and say so too,

        And fet the he and She ;

        And if though plac鑔 so,

        From profane men you hide,

        ow,

        Or, if they do, deride ;

        thing

        thies did ;

        And a braver thence will spring,

        o keep t hid.

        BUSY old fool, unruly Sun,

        thus,

        tains, call on us ?

        Must to tions lovers seasons run ?

        Saucy pedantic ch, go chide

        Late scices,

        Go tell court-smen t the king will ride,

        Call try ants to    offices ;

        Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,

        Nor ime.

        trong

        think ?

        I could eclipse and cloud th a wink,

        But t I    lose    so long.

        If    blihine,

        Look, and to-morroe tell me,

        h Indias of spid mine

        Be    th me.

        Ask for t yesterday,

        And t ;All ;

        Sates, and all princes I ;

        Nothing else is ;

        Princes do but play us ; pared to this,

        All h alchemy.

        t half as happy as we,

        In t tracted thus ;

        ties be

        to s done in warming us.

        So us, and t everywhere ;

        ter is, thy sphere.

        I    love both fair and brown ;

        s, and    betrays ;

        , and her who masks and plays ;

        ry formd, and wown ;

        ries ;

        ill h spongy eyes,

        And her who is dry cork, and never cries.

        I    love her, and her, and you, and you ;

        I    love any, so s true.

        ill no otent you ?

        ill it not serve your turn to do as did your mothers ?

        Or , and no others ?

        Or dot merue torment you ?

        O , be not you so ;

        Let me—and do you—ty know ;

        Rob me, but bi, a me go.

        Must I, ravel thh you,

        Gro, because you are true ?

        Venus his song ;

        And by loves sest part, variety, she swore,

        S till no it should be so no more.

        S, examined, aurnd ere long,

        And said, "Alas ! some three

        Poor i love there be,

        o stablisancy.

        But I old true,

        You srue to to you. "
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