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ODE.
[Absence, heere this my protestatyon]
Absence, heere this my protestatyon
Against thy strength,
Distance, and length.
Doe what thou canst for alteration,
For hearts of truest mettle
Absence doth joyne, and tyme doth settle.
Against thy strength,
Distance, and length.
Doe what thou canst for alteration,
For hearts of truest mettle
Absence doth joyne, and tyme doth settle.
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Who loues a mistris of such quallity,
His mynd hath fownd
Affection's grownd
Beyond tyme, place and mortallitie.
To harts that cannot varie
Absence is present, Tyme doth tary.
His mynd hath fownd
Affection's grownd
Beyond tyme, place and mortallitie.
To harts that cannot varie
Absence is present, Tyme doth tary.
My senses want their outward motyon,
Which now within
Reason doth wynn,
Redubled by her secret motion,
Like rich that take pleasure
In hyding more than handling treasure.
Which now within
Reason doth wynn,
Redubled by her secret motion,
Like rich that take pleasure
In hyding more than handling treasure.
By absence this good means I gaine,
That I can catch her
Where none can match her
In some close corner of my brayne.
There I imbrace, and there kisse her,
And soe enioye her and none mysse her.
That I can catch her
Where none can match her
In some close corner of my brayne.
There I imbrace, and there kisse her,
And soe enioye her and none mysse her.
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