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LOVE'S SILENCE.
I do not ask your love as having rightsBecause of all there is between us two.
Love has no rights, Love has but his delights,
Which but delight because they are not due.
The highest merit any man can prove
Is not enough to merit what Love gives,
And Love would lose its quality of love,
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Therefore I do not plead my gentle thought,
My foolish wisdom that would make you free.
My sacrifice, my broken heart be nought,
Even my great love itself, the best of me!
Martyr of Love, I see no other way
But to keep silence in your sight, and pray.
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