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xx. On a lamp.

Faithfull and loued light
That silent sees our thefts,
Be glad at the sweet sound of kisses sweet.
Oh! doe not dye! but if thou lou'st to die,
Dye amidst our delight
When languish both our brests.
So, thou mayst dye at ease;
For lamps to mee, no starres, are her faire eyes.