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[Deare, let mee now this Ev'ning die]
[1]
Deare, let mee now this Ev'ning die;O smile not to prevent it,
But use this opportunity,
Or we shall both repent it.
2
Frown quickly then and break my heart,That so my way of dying
May (though my life were full of smart)
Be worth the worlds envying.
3
And now thou frownst, and now I die,My Corps by Lovers follow'd,
Which shall by dead Lovers lie.
For that grounds only hallow'd.
4
If Priests tak't ill I have grave,My death not well approving,
The Poets my Estate shall have
To teach them th'Art of Loving.
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