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[Define my Weale, and tell the joyes of Heaven]
Define my Weale, and tell the joyes of Heaven,Expresse my Woes, and shew the paines of Hell,
Declare what Fate unlucky Starres have given,
And aske a World upon my Life to dwell.
Make knowne the Faith, that Fortune could not move,
Compare my Worth with others base Desert,
Let Vertue be the Touch-stone of my Love,
So may the Heavens read wonders in my Heart;
Behold the Clouds which have eclips'd my Sunne,
And view the Crosses which my course doe let,
Tell Me, if ever since the World begunne,
So Faire a rising, had so Foule a set:
And see if Time (if he would strive to prove)
Can shew a Second to so pure a Love.
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