IF love make me forsworn,
how shall I swear to love? |
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O! never faith could hold, if not to beauty
vowd: |
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Though to myself forsworn, to thee I ll
constant prove; |
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Those thoughts, to me like oaks, to thee
like osiers bowd. |
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Study his bias leaves, and makes his book
thine eyes, |
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Where all those pleasures live that art can
comprehend. |
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If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall
suffice; |
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Well learned is that tongue that well can
thee commend; |
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All ignorant that soul that sees thee without
wonder; |
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Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts
admire: |
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Thine eye Joves lightning seems, thy
voice his dreadful thunder, |
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Which, not to anger bent, is music and sweet
fire, |
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Celestial as thou art, O! do
not love that wrong, |
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To sing heavens praise
with such an earthly tongue. |
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