O! HOW thy worth with
manners may I sing |
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When thou art all the better part of me? |
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What can mine own praise to mine own self
bring? |
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And what is t but mine own when I praise
thee? |
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Even for this let us divided live, |
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And our dear love lose name of single one, |
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That by this separation I may give |
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That due to thee, which thou deservst
alone. |
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O absence! what a torment wouldst thou prove, |
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Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave |
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To entertain the time with thoughts of love, |
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Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive, |
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And that thou teachest how to
make one twain, |
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By praising him here who doth
hence remain. |
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