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-	THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
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-WHEN my love swears that she is made of truth,
-I do believe her, though I know she lies,
-That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
-Unskilful in the world's false forgeries.
-Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
-Although I know my years be past the best,
-I smiling credit her false-speaking tongue,
-Outfacing faults in love with love's ill rest.
-But wherefore says my love that she is young?
-And wherefore say not I that I am old?
-O, love's best habit is a soothing tongue,
-And age, in love, loves not to have years told.
-Therefore I'll lie with love, and love with me,
-Since that our faults in love thus smother'd be.
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-II.
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-Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,
-That like two spirits do suggest me still;
-My better angel is a man right fair,
-My worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.
-To win me soon to hell, my female evil
-Tempteth my better angel from my side,
-And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
-Wooing his purity with her fair pride.
-And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend,
-Suspect I may, yet not directly tell:
-For being both to me, both to each friend,
-I guess one angel in another's hell;
-The truth I shall not know, but live in doubt,
-Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
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-III.
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-Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye,
-'Gainst whom the world could not hold argument,
-Persuade my heart to this false perjury?
-Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment.
-A woman I forswore; but I will prove,
-Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee:
-My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love;
-Thy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in me.
-My vow was breath, and breath a vapour is;
-Then, thou fair sun, that on this earth doth shine,
-Exhale this vapour vow; in thee it is:
-If broken, then it is no fault of mine.
-If by me broke, what fool is not so wise
-To break an oath, to win a paradise?
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-IV.
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-Sweet Cytherea, sitting by a brook
-With young Adonis, lovely, fresh, and green,
-Did court the lad with many a lovely look,
-Such looks as none could look but beauty's queen.
-She told him stories to delight his ear;
-She showed him favors to allure his eye;
-To win his heart, she touch'd him here and there,--
-Touches so soft still conquer chastity.
-But whether unripe years did want conceit,
-Or he refused to take her figured proffer,
-The tender nibbler would not touch the bait,
-But smile and jest at every gentle offer:
-Then fell she on her back, fair queen, and toward:
-He rose and ran away; ah, fool too froward!
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-V.
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-If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love?
-O never faith could hold, if not to beauty vow'd:
-Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll constant prove;
-Those thoughts, to me like oaks, to thee like osiers bow'd.
-Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes,
-Where all those pleasures live that art can comprehend.
-If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice;
-Well learned is that tongue that well can thee commend;
-All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder;
-Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire:
-Thine eye Jove's lightning seems, thy voice his dreadful
-thunder,
-Which, not to anger bent, is music and sweet fire.
-Celestial as thou art, O do not love that wrong,
-To sing heaven's praise with such an earthly tongue.
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-VI.
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-Scarce had the sun dried up the dewy morn,
-And scarce the herd gone to the hedge for shade,
-When Cytherea, all in love forlorn,
-A longing tarriance for Adonis made
-Under an osier growing by a brook,
-A brook where Adon used to cool his spleen:
-Hot was the day; she hotter that did look
-For his approach, that often there had been.
-Anon he comes, and throws his mantle by,
-And stood stark naked on the brook's green brim:
-The sun look'd on the world with glorious eye,
-Yet not so wistly as this queen on him.
-He, spying her, bounced in, whereas he stood:
-'O Jove,' quoth she, 'why was not I a flood!'
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-VII.
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-Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle;
-Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty;
-Brighter than glass, and yet, as glass is, brittle;
-Softer than wax, and yet, as iron, rusty:
-A lily pale, with damask dye to grace her,
-None fairer, nor none falser to deface her.
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-Her lips to mine how often hath she joined,
-Between each kiss her oaths of true love swearing!
-How many tales to please me hath she coined,
-Dreading my love, the loss thereof still fearing!
-Yet in the midst of all her pure protestings,
-Her faith, her oaths, her tears, and all were jestings.
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-She burn'd with love, as straw with fire flameth;
-She burn'd out love, as soon as straw outburneth;
-She framed the love, and yet she foil'd the framing;
-She bade love last, and yet she fell a-turning.
-Was this a lover, or a lecher whether?
-Bad in the best, though excellent in neither.
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-VIII.
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-If music and sweet poetry agree,
-As they must needs, the sister and the brother,
-Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me,
-Because thou lovest the one, and I the other.
-Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch
-Upon the lute doth ravish human sense;
-Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such
-As, passing all conceit, needs no defence.
-Thou lovest to hear the sweet melodious sound
-That Phoebus' lute, the queen of music, makes;
-And I in deep delight am chiefly drown'd
-When as himself to singing he betakes.
-One god is god of both, as poets feign;
-One knight loves both, and both in thee remain.
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-IX.
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-Fair was the morn when the fair queen of love,
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-Paler for sorrow than her milk-white dove,
-For Adon's sake, a youngster proud and wild;
-Her stand she takes upon a steep-up hill:
-Anon Adonis comes with horn and hounds;
-She, silly queen, with more than love's good will,
-Forbade the boy he should not pass those grounds:
-'Once,' quoth she, 'did I see a fair sweet youth
-Here in these brakes deep-wounded with a boar,
-Deep in the thigh, a spectacle of ruth!
-See, in my thigh,' quoth she, 'here was the sore.'
-She showed hers: he saw more wounds than one,
-And blushing fled, and left her all alone.
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-X.
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-Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely pluck'd, soon vaded,
-Pluck'd in the bud, and vaded in the spring!
-Bright orient pearl, alack, too timely shaded!
-Fair creature, kill'd too soon by death's sharp sting!
-Like a green plum that hangs upon a tree,
-And falls, through wind, before the fall should be.
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-I weep for thee, and yet no cause I have;
-For why thou left'st me nothing in thy will:
-And yet thou left'st me more than I did crave;
-For why I craved nothing of thee still:
-O yes, dear friend, I pardon crave of thee,
-Thy discontent thou didst bequeath to me.
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-XI.
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-Venus, with young Adonis sitting by her
-Under a myrtle shade, began to woo him:
-She told the youngling how god Mars did try her,
-And as he fell to her, so fell she to him.
-'Even thus,' quoth she, 'the warlike god embraced me,'
-And then she clipp'd Adonis in her arms;
-'Even thus,' quoth she, 'the warlike god unlaced me,'
-As if the boy should use like loving charms;
-'Even thus,' quoth she, 'he seized on my lips,'
-And with her lips on his did act the seizure:
-And as she fetched breath, away he skips,
-And would not take her meaning nor her pleasure.
-Ah, that I had my lady at this bay,
-To kiss and clip me till I run away!
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-XII.
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-Crabbed age and youth cannot live together:
-Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care;
-Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather;
-Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare.
-Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short;
-Youth is nimble, age is lame;
-Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold;
-Youth is wild, and age is tame.
-Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee;
-O, my love, my love is young!
-Age, I do defy thee: O, sweet shepherd, hie thee,
-For methinks thou stay'st too long,
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-XIII.
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-Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;
-A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly;
-A flower that dies when first it gins to bud;
-A brittle glass that's broken presently:
-A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
-Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an hour.
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-And as goods lost are seld or never found,
-As vaded gloss no rubbing will refresh,
-As flowers dead lie wither'd on the ground,
-As broken glass no cement can redress,
-So beauty blemish'd once's for ever lost,
-In spite of physic, painting, pain and cost.
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-XIV.
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-Good night, good rest. Ah, neither be my share:
-She bade good night that kept my rest away;
-And daff'd me to a cabin hang'd with care,
-To descant on the doubts of my decay.
-'Farewell,' quoth she, 'and come again tomorrow:'
-Fare well I could not, for I supp'd with sorrow.
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-Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile,
-In scorn or friendship, nill I construe whether:
-'T may be, she joy'd to jest at my exile,
-'T may be, again to make me wander thither:
-'Wander,' a word for shadows like myself,
-As take the pain, but cannot pluck the pelf.
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-XV.
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-Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east!
-My heart doth charge the watch; the morning rise
-Doth cite each moving sense from idle rest.
-Not daring trust the office of mine eyes,
-While Philomela sits and sings, I sit and mark,
-And wish her lays were tuned like the lark;
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-For she doth welcome daylight with her ditty,
-And drives away dark dismal-dreaming night:
-The night so pack'd, I post unto my pretty;
-Heart hath his hope, and eyes their wished sight;
-Sorrow changed to solace, solace mix'd with sorrow;
-For why, she sigh'd and bade me come tomorrow.
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-Were I with her, the night would post too soon;
-But now are minutes added to the hours;
-To spite me now, each minute seems a moon;
-Yet not for me, shine sun to succor flowers!
-Pack night, peep day; good day, of night now borrow:
-Short, night, to-night, and length thyself tomorrow.
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-	SONNETS TO SUNDRY NOTES OF MUSIC
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-XVI.
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-IT was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three,
-That liked of her master as well as well might be,
-Till looking on an Englishman, the fair'st that eye could see,
-Her fancy fell a-turning.
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-Long was the combat doubtful that love with love did fight,
-To leave the master loveless, or kill the gallant knight:
-To put in practise either, alas, it was a spite
-Unto the silly damsel!
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-But one must be refused; more mickle was the pain
-That nothing could be used to turn them both to gain,
-For of the two the trusty knight was wounded with disdain:
-Alas, she could not help it!
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-Thus art with arms contending was victor of the day,
-Which by a gift of learning did bear the maid away:
-Then, lullaby, the learned man hath got the lady gay;
-For now my song is ended.
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-XVII.
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-On a day, alack the day!
-Love, whose month was ever May,
-Spied a blossom passing fair,
-Playing in the wanton air:
-Through the velvet leaves the wind
-All unseen, gan passage find;
-That the lover, sick to death,
-Wish'd himself the heaven's breath,
-'Air,' quoth he, 'thy cheeks may blow;
-Air, would I might triumph so!
-But, alas! my hand hath sworn
-Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn:
-Vow, alack! for youth unmeet:
-Youth, so apt to pluck a sweet.
-Thou for whom Jove would swear
-Juno but an Ethiope were;
-And deny himself for Jove,
-Turning mortal for thy love.'
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-XVIII.
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-My flocks feed not,
-My ewes breed not,
-My rams speed not,
-All is amiss:
-Love's denying,
-Faith's defying,
-Heart's renying,
-Causer of this.
-All my merry jigs are quite forgot,
-All my lady's love is lost, God wot:
-Where her faith was firmly fix'd in love,
-There a nay is placed without remove.
-One silly cross
-Wrought all my loss;
-O frowning Fortune, cursed, fickle dame!
-For now I see
-Inconstancy
-More in women than in men remain.
-In black mourn I,
-All fears scorn I,
-Love hath forlorn me,
-Living in thrall:
-Heart is bleeding,
-All help needing,
-O cruel speeding,
-Fraughted with gall.
-My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal;
-My wether's bell rings doleful knell;
-My curtail dog, that wont to have play'd
-Plays not at all, but seems afraid;
-My sighs so deep
-Procure to weep,
-In howling wise, to see my doleful plight.
-How sighs resound
-Through heartless ground,
-Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody fight!
-Clear wells spring not,
-Sweet birds sing not,
-Green plants bring not
-Forth their dye;
-Herds stand weeping,
-Flocks all sleeping,
-Nymphs back peeping
-Fearfully:
-All our pleasure known to us poor swains,
-All our merry meetings on the plains,
-All our evening sport from us is fled,
-All our love is lost, for Love is dead
-Farewell, sweet lass,
-Thy like ne'er was
-For a sweet content, the cause of all my moan:
-Poor Corydon
-Must live alone;
-Other help for him I see that there is none.
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-When as thine eye hath chose the dame,
-And stall'd the deer that thou shouldst strike,
-Let reason rule things worthy blame,
-As well as fancy partial might:
-Take counsel of some wiser head,
-Neither too young nor yet unwed.
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-And when thou comest thy tale to tell,
-Smooth not thy tongue with filed talk,
-Lest she some subtle practise smell,--
-A cripple soon can find a halt;--
-But plainly say thou lovest her well,
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-And set thy person forth to sell.
-What though her frowning brows be bent,
-Her cloudy looks will calm ere night:
-And then too late she will repent
-That thus dissembled her delight;
-And twice desire, ere it be day,
-That which with scorn she put away.
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-What though she strive to try her strength,
-And ban and brawl, and say thee nay,
-Her feeble force will yield at length,
-When craft hath taught her thus to say,
-'Had women been so strong as men,
-In faith, you had not had it then.'
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-And to her will frame all thy ways;
-Spare not to spend, and chiefly there
-Where thy desert may merit praise,
-By ringing in thy lady's ear:
-The strongest castle, tower, and town,
-The golden bullet beats it down.
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-Serve always with assured trust,
-And in thy suit be humble true;
-Unless thy lady prove unjust,
-Press never thou to choose anew:
-When time shall serve, be thou not slack
-To proffer, though she put thee back.
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-The wiles and guiles that women work,
-Dissembled with an outward show,
-The tricks and toys that in them lurk,
-The cock that treads them shall not know.
-Have you not heard it said full oft,
-A woman's nay doth stand for nought?
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-Think women still to strive with men,
-To sin and never for to saint:
-There is no heaven, by holy then,
-When time with age doth them attaint.
-Were kisses all the joys in bed,
-One woman would another wed.
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-But, soft! enough, too much, I fear
-Lest that my mistress hear my song,
-She will not stick to round me i' the ear,
-To teach my tongue to be so long:
-Yet will she blush, here be it said,
-To hear her secrets so bewray'd.
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-Live with me, and be my love,
-And we will all the pleasures prove
-That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
-And all the craggy mountains yields.
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-There will we sit upon the rocks,
-And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
-By shallow rivers, by whose falls
-Melodious birds sing madrigals.
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-There will I make thee a bed of roses,
-With a thousand fragrant posies,
-A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
-Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
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-A belt of straw and ivy buds,
-With coral clasps and amber studs;
-And if these pleasures may thee move,
-Then live with me and be my love.
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-LOVE'S ANSWER.
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-If that the world and love were young,
-And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
-These pretty pleasures might me move
-To live with thee and be thy love.
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-As it fell upon a day
-In the merry month of May,
-Sitting in a pleasant shade
-Which a grove of myrtles made,
-Beasts did leap, and birds did sing,
-Trees did grow, and plants did spring;
-Every thing did banish moan,
-Save the nightingale alone:
-She, poor bird, as all forlorn,
-Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn
-And there sung the dolefull'st ditty,
-That to hear it was great pity:
-'Fie, fie, fie,' now would she cry;
-'Tereu, tereu!' by and by;
-That to hear her so complain,
-Scarce I could from tears refrain;
-For her griefs, so lively shown,
-Made me think upon mine own.
-Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain!
-None takes pity on thy pain:
-Senseless trees they cannot hear thee;
-Ruthless beasts they will not cheer thee:
-King Pandion he is dead;
-All thy friends are lapp'd in lead;
-All thy fellow birds do sing,
-Careless of thy sorrowing.
-Even so, poor bird, like thee,
-None alive will pity me.
-Whilst as fickle Fortune smiled,
-Thou and I were both beguiled.
-Every one that flatters thee
-Is no friend in misery.
-Words are easy, like the wind;
-Faithful friends are hard to find:
-Every man will be thy friend
-Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend;
-But if store of crowns be scant,
-No man will supply thy want.
-If that one be prodigal,
-Bountiful they will him call,
-And with such-like flattering,
-'Pity but he were a king;'
-If he be addict to vice,
-Quickly him they will entice;
-If to women he be bent,
-They have at commandement:
-But if Fortune once do frown,
-Then farewell his great renown
-They that fawn'd on him before
-Use his company no more.
-He that is thy friend indeed,
-He will help thee in thy need:
-If thou sorrow, he will weep;
-If thou wake, he cannot sleep;
-Thus of every grief in heart
-He with thee doth bear a part.
-These are certain signs to know
-Faithful friend from flattering foe.
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-	THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
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-	LET the bird of loudest lay,
-	On the sole Arabian tree,
-	Herald sad and trumpet be,
-	To whose sound chaste wings obey.
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-	But thou shrieking harbinger,
-	Foul precurrer of the fiend,
-	Augur of the fever's end,
-	To this troop come thou not near!
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-	From this session interdict
-	Every fowl of tyrant wing,
-	Save the eagle, feather'd king:
-	Keep the obsequy so strict.
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-	Let the priest in surplice white,
-	That defunctive music can,
-	Be the death-divining swan,
-	Lest the requiem lack his right.
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-	And thou treble-dated crow,
-	That thy sable gender makest
-	With the breath thou givest and takest,
-	'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.
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-	Here the anthem doth commence:
-	Love and constancy is dead;
-	Phoenix and the turtle fled
-	In a mutual flame from hence.
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-	So they loved, as love in twain
-	Had the essence but in one;
-	Two distincts, division none:
-	Number there in love was slain.
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-	Hearts remote, yet not asunder;
-	Distance, and no space was seen
-	'Twixt the turtle and his queen:
-	But in them it were a wonder.
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-	So between them love did shine,
-	That the turtle saw his right
-	Flaming in the phoenix' sight;
-	Either was the other's mine.
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-	Property was thus appalled,
-	That the self was not the same;
-	Single nature's double name
-	Neither two nor one was called.
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-	Reason, in itself confounded,
-	Saw division grow together,
-	To themselves yet either neither,
-	Simple were so well compounded,
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-	That it cried, How true a twain
-	Seemeth this concordant one!
-	Love hath reason, reason none,
-	If what parts can so remain.
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-	Whereupon it made this threne
-	To the phoenix and the dove,
-	Co-supremes and stars of love,
-	As chorus to their tragic scene.
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-	THRENOS.
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-	Beauty, truth, and rarity,
-	Grace in all simplicity,
-	Here enclosed in cinders lie.
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-	Death is now the phoenix' nest
-	And the turtle's loyal breast
-	To eternity doth rest,
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-	Leaving no posterity:
-	'Twas not their infirmity,
-	It was married chastity.
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-	Truth may seem, but cannot be:
-	Beauty brag, but 'tis not she;
-	Truth and beauty buried be.
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-	To this urn let those repair
-	That are either true or fair
-	For these dead birds sigh a prayer.