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- # SHAKES-PEAKS
And truly not the morning Sun of Heaven
Better becomes the gray cheeks of th' East,
Nor that full Starre that vishers in the Eauen
Doth halfe that glory to the sober West
As thofe two morning eyes become thy face:
O let it then as well befeeme thy heart
To mourne for me fince mourning doth thee grace.
And fute thy pitty like in euery part.
Then will I fweare beauty her felfe is blacke,
And all they foule that thy complexion lacke.
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B Eftrew that heart that makes my heart to groane
For that deepe wound it giues my friend and me;
I'ft not enough to torture me alone,
But flaue to flauey my fweet'ft friend muft be,
Me from my felfe thy cruell eye hath taken,
And my next felfe thou harder haft ingroffed,
Of him, my felfe, and thee I am forfaken,
A torment thrice three-fold thus to be croffed:
Prifon my heart in thy fteele bofomes warde,
But then my friends heart let my poore heart bale,
Who ere keepes me, let my heart be his garde,
Thou canft not then vfe rigor in my laile,
And yet thou wilt, for I being pent in thee,
Perforce am thine and all that is in me.
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S O now I haue confeft that he is thine,
And I my felfe am morgag'd to thy will,
My felfe Ile forfeit, fo that other mine,
Thou wilt reftore to be my comfort ftill:
But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,
For thou art couetous, and he is kinde,
He learnd but furetie-like to write for me,
Vnder that bond that him as faft doth binde.
The ftacute of thy beauty thou wilt take,
Thou vfurer that put'ft forth all to vfe,
And
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