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To Amanda mistrusting her love.

If any Stranger but appear,
Thy jealous Lover straight begins to feare;
If any letters come to thee,
Suspicion swiftly doth come post to me;
In private if thou reade them o're,
I read 'tis love, and still suspect the more;
If after this thou chance to frown,
Despair brings night on, and my Sunne goes down;

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From me in anger if thou part,
A fearful palsie shakes my trembling heart;
But should'st thou bid me once abstain,
My breath would go, and ne'er return again:
To rid me of these killing doubts,
Would I could see thee once make Babie-clouts.