LOVE is my sin, and
thy dear virtue hate |
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Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: |
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O! but with mine compare thou thine own state, |
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And thou shalt find it merits not reproving; |
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Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine, |
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That have profand their scarlet ornaments |
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And seald false bonds of love as oft
as mine, |
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Robbd others beds revenues
of their rents. |
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Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lovst
those |
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Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee: |
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Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows, |
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Thy pity may deserve to pitied be. |
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If thou dost seek to have what
thou dost hide, |
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By self-example mayst thou be
denied! |
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