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Manet Melecertus.VVere my Sephestia living, I should think
This sheperdess were she: Such was her shape,
Such was her countenance; her very voice
Doth speak her my Sephestia. But alas!
How fondly do I dream! I do embrace
A cloud in stead of Juno. Yet I love,
And like her, 'cause she is so like my Love.
VVe love the pictures of our absent friends:
And she's the living picture of my dear,
My dear Sephestia. Me thinks I feel
A kind of sympathy within my brest,
To like and love her of all women best.
Forgive me, my Sephestia, if thou livest,
If I do love another for thy sake:
Thy likeness is the loadstone which doth draw
My heart to her, that nothing else could move.
Exit.
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