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| O! how thy worth with manners may I sing, | 1 |
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| When thou art all the better part of me? |
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| What can mine own praise to mine own self bring? |
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| And what is't but mine own when I praise thee? |
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| Even for this, let us divided live, | 5 |
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| And our dear love lose name of single one, |
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| That by this separation I may give |
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| That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone. |
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| O absence! what a torment wouldst thou prove, |
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| Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave, | 10 |
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| To entertain the time with thoughts of love, |
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| Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive, |
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 And that thou teachest how to make one twain, |
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| By praising him here who doth hence remain. |
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