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[What do'st thou meane to Cheate me of my Heart]
What do'st thou meane to Cheate me of my Heart
To take all Mine, and give me none againe?
Or have thine Eyes such Magike, or that Art,
That what They get, They ever doe retaine,
Play not the Tyrant, but take some Remorse,
Rebate thy Spleene, if but for Pitties sake;
Or Cruell, if thou can'st not; let us scorse,
And for one piece of Thine, my whole heart take.
But what of Pitty doe I speake to Thee,
Whose Brest is proofe against Complaint or Prayer?
Or can I thinke what my Reward shall be
From that proud Beauty, which was my betrayer?
What talke I of a Heart, when thou hast none?
Or if thou hast, it is a flinty one.
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