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61. On the Sabbath.
Away my thoughts: Away my words, my deeds;Away, what ever nourishes and feeds
My frayle delights: Presume not to approach
Into my presence; dare not once t'encroach
Vpon the hallowed Temple of my Soule;
Ye are not for this Day; y'are all too foule:
Abide yee with the Asse, till I goe yonder,
And cleave the Isaac of my heart in sunder:
I must goe sacrifice: I must goe pay,
I must performe my holy vowes, to day:
Tempt not my tender Frailty: I enjoyne
Your needfull absence; y'are no longer mine:
But if it may not be, that we must sever
Our yoakt affections, and not part for ever;
Yet give me leave, without offence, to borrow,
At least, this day, although we meet to morrow.
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