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[Fear not, dear Love]
[1]
Fear not, dear Love, that I'le revealthose howrs of pleasure we two steal,
no eye shall see nor yet the sun,
descry what thou and I have done.
2
No ear shall hear our Love, but weAs silent as the night will be,
The God of Love himselfe, (whose dart
Did first wound mine, and then thy heart.)
3
Shall never know that we can tell,What sweets in stoln embraces dwell;
This only means may find it out,
If when I die, Physitians doubt.
4
What caus'd my death, and then to viewOf all their judgements which was true;
Rip up my heart, O then I fear
The world will see thy picture there.
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