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- # SHAKES-PHARMS.
I must each day say ore the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Euen as when first I hallowed thy faire uame.
So that eternall loue in loues fresh case,
Waighes not the dust and injury of age,
Nor giues to necessary wrinkles place,
But makes antiquitie for aye his page,
Finding the first conceit of loue there bred,
Where time and outward forme would shew it dead.
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O Neuer say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem’d my flame to quallifie,
As easie might I from my selfe depart,
As from my foule which in thy brett doth lye:
That is my home of loue, if I haue rang’d,
Like him that travels I returne againe,
Just to the time, not with the time exchang’d,
So that my selfe bring water for my staine,
Neuer befeeue though in my nature raign’d,
All frailties that besiege all kindes of blood,
That it could so preposterouslie be stain’d,
To leaue for nothing all thy summe of good:
For nothing this wide Vniuerse I call,
Saue thou my Rose, in it thou art my all.
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A Las ’tis true, I haue gone here and there,
And made my selfe a motley to the view,
Got’d mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most deare,
Made old offences of affections new.
Most true it is, that I haue lookt on truth
Asonce and strangely: But by all aboue,
These blenches gaue my heart an other youth,
And worse effaies proud’ thee my best of loue,
Now all is done, haue what shall haue no end,
Mine appetite I neuer more will grin’de
On newer proofs, to trie an older friend,
A God in loue, to whom I am confin’d.
Then
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