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Whereto she thus replies: Most noble Sir,
Death, that hath made diuorse 'twixt you, and her,
Hath now returned you your heart againe,
Dissolu'd your vowes, dislink'd that sacred chaine,
Which tide your soules; nay more, her dying breath
Bequeath'd your heart to me; which by her death
Is growne a debt, that you are bound to pay;
Then know (my Lord) the longer you delay,
The longer time her soule is dispossest
(And by your meanes) of her desired rest.
Death, that hath made diuorse 'twixt you, and her,
Hath now returned you your heart againe,
Dissolu'd your vowes, dislink'd that sacred chaine,
Which tide your soules; nay more, her dying breath
Bequeath'd your heart to me; which by her death
Is growne a debt, that you are bound to pay;
Then know (my Lord) the longer you delay,
The longer time her soule is dispossest
(And by your meanes) of her desired rest.
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