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- D id not the heavenly Rhetorike of thine etc,
Garoft whom the world could not hold argument,
Perfwade my hart to this false persturie:
Vowes for thee broke defense not punishment.
A woman I forfware: but I will proate
Thou being a Goddeffé, I forfware not thee:
My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly loue,
Thy grace being gainde, cures all disgrace in me,
My vow was breath, and breath a vapor is,
Then thou taitre Sun, that on this earth doth thine,
Exhale this vapor vow, in thee it is:
If broken, then it is no fault of mine.
If by me broke, what inole is not fo wife
To breake an Oath, to win a Paradifer
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