SO shall I live, supposing
thou art true |
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Like a deceived husband; so loves face |
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May still seem love to me, though alterd
new; |
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Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place: |
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For there can live no hatred in thine eye, |
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Therefore in that I cannot know thy change. |
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In manys looks, the false hearts
history |
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Is writ in moods, and frowns, and wrinkles
strange, |
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But heaven in thy creation did decree |
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That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell; |
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Whateer thy thoughts or thy hearts
workings be, |
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Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness
tell. |
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How like Eves apple doth
thy beauty grow, |
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If thy sweet virtue answer not
thy show! |
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