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VII. A Poem put into my Lady Laiton's Pocket by Sir Walter Raleigh.
Lady, farewell, whom I in silence serve!Would God thou knewest the depth of my desire!
Then mought I wish, though nought I can deserve,
Some drops of grace to slake my scalding fire;
But sith to live alone I have decreed,
I'll spare to speak, that I may spare to speed!
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