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- # I Love make me forsworn, how frail I fwere to love?
## Overview - What this is (type, form, dates, scope)
This is a chapter extracted from a text file, part of the larger collection [Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)](arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF), which is a poetry collection. The chapter, labeled "I Love make me forsworn, how frail I fwere to love?", contains text from lines 8103 to 8152. It was extracted on January 30, 2026, and is part of the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection.
## Context - Background and provenance from related entities
The chapter was extracted from the file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA). It is part of a series of chapters within the poetry collection, preceded by the chapter "SWest Cytherea, fitting by a Brooke," and followed by the chapter "P Aire is my love, but not so faire as fickle.". The collection itself is a facsimile edition of William Shakespeare's works.
## Contents - What it contains, key subjects and details
The chapter contains a poem. The text includes the lines "I Love make me forsworn, how frail I fwere to love?" and continues with reflections on love, faith, and beauty. The chapter also contains two images.
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- I Love make me forsworn, how frail I fwere to love?
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- I Love make me forsworn, how frail I fwere to love?
O, never faith could hold, if not to beauty vowed:
Though to my felie forsworn, to thee lie confiant proue,
those thoghts to me like Okes, to thee like Ofters bowed.
Studdy his byas leases, and makes his booke thine eies,
where all those pleasures liue, that Art can comprehend:
It knowledge be the marke, to know thee fhall suffice:
Well learned is that toung that well can thee commend,
All ignorant that foule, that fees thee without wonder,
Which is to me fome prafe, that I thy parts admyte:
Thine eye louses lightning feems, thy voice his dreadfull
which (not to anger bent) is musick & sweet fire (thunder
Celefthall as thou art, O, do not loue that wrong:
To fing heauens prafe, with fuch an earthly toung.
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- Carle had the Sunne dride up the deawy morne,
And scarfe the beard gone to the hedge for shade;
When Cytheres (all in Lou: forlorne)
A longing variance for Adonis made
Vader an Olyer growing by a brooke,
A brooke, where Adon vide to coole his Spleene:
Hot was the day, the hotter that did looke
For his approach, that often there had beene.
Anon he comes, and throws his Mantle by,
And flood starke naked on the brookes greene brim:
The Sunne lookt on the world with glorious ele,
Yet not to wiffly, as this Cyrene on him:
He spying her, boundt in (whereas he flood)
Oh I o v a (quoth she) why was not I a flood
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- I Love make me forsworn, how frail I fwere to love?