O! LEST the world
should task you to recite |
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What merit lived in me, that you should love |
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After my death,dear love, forget me
quite, |
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For you in me can nothing worthy prove; |
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Unless you would devise some virtuous lie, |
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To do more for me than mine own desert, |
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And hang more praise upon deceased I |
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Than niggard truth would willingly impart: |
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O! lest your true love may seem false in
this, |
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That you for love speak well of me untrue, |
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My name be buried where my body is, |
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And live no more to shame nor me nor you. |
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For I am shamd by that
which I bring forth, |
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And so should you, to love things
nothing worth. |
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