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| So shall I live, supposing thou art true, | 1 |
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| Like a deceived husband; so love's face |
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| May still seem love to me, though alter'd 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, | 5 |
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| Therefore in that I cannot know thy change. |
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| In many's looks, the false heart's 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; | 10 |
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| Whate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be, |
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| Thy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell. |
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 How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow, |
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| If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show! |
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