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To my Mistresse.
So love me ever all yee powers divine;As I love her, whom hope perswades is mine:
Rich then and happie were I, thus to winne
A beauty, Heaven without, and Heaven within.
Had I the world (as Alexanders heire)
Left mee, a patrimony high, and faire
Enough yee'd think, yet I for all this store,
Except shee whom I love, love mee; am poore.
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