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VIII.
Æl.
My little kindnesses which I did do
Thy gentleness doth represent so great,
Like mighty elephants my gnats do shew;
Thou dost my thoughts of paying love abate.
But had my actions stretched the roll of fate,
Plucked thee from hell, or brought heav'n down to thee,
Laid the whole world a footstool at thy feet,
One smile would be sufficient meed for me.
I am love's borrow'r, and can never pay,
But be his borrower still, and thine, my sweet, for aye.
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