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[My love (Dear Soul) is grown unto that height]
My love (Dear Soul) is grown unto that height,That when I cannot see you I must write:
By my affection, now I am from you,
You may perceive my former words were true.
Doubt me not (Lady!) rather doubt the Sun
(Dash'd out with Ocean waves) will cease to run:
Believe the Moon, pale Cynthia of the night,
Will leave her Sphere, and on the earth alight;
And th'other Planets (frighted at this change)
Will stand still in a maze, and leave to range;
Believe old Neptune missing of his Deare,
Will be dul'd into calmness out of fear;
Suppose the earth wanting the Light Divine
That nourish't it, will never more be green;
Believe the earth agreeing yet with Heaven,
Into another Chaos will be driven;
Imagine what you will, true or untrue;
But never think I can be false to you.
Know that if you affection will return,
That now Im'warm, and will hereafter burn;
That now I curb my passions; but will then
Give way unto them, love, and love agen.
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By Lands, or Seas, by friends or foes, or fate.
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