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The Echange.
Dialogue.
Phil.That kisse which last thou gav'st me, stole
My fainting Life away,
Yet (though to thy Breast fled) my Soul
Still in mine own doth stay;
Char.
And with the same warm Breath did mine
Into thy Bosom slide,
There dwell contracted unto thine,
Yet still with me reside;
Chor.
Both Souls thus in desire are one,
And each is two in Skill,
Doubled in Intellect alone
United in the Will.
Weak Nature no such Power doth know,
Love only can these Wonders show.
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