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SONNET.
[Why dost thou say thy Heart is gon]
Why dost thou say thy Heart is gon;
And no more mine, no more thine own;
But past retrieve for ever wed,
By sacred Vow t'another's Bed?
And no more mine, no more thine own;
But past retrieve for ever wed,
By sacred Vow t'another's Bed?
Why dost thou tell me that I lye
Bound in the same perplexed tye;
And that our now divided Souls
Are cold, and distant, as the Poles?
Bound in the same perplexed tye;
And that our now divided Souls
Are cold, and distant, as the Poles?
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Dost thou not know when first our Loves
Were plighted in the secret Groves,
Our hearts were chang'd with equal flame:
Were plighted in the secret Groves,
Our hearts were chang'd with equal flame:
Say, Chloris then, how can it be?
Couldst thou give me; or I give thee?
No, no, our selves are still the same.
Couldst thou give me; or I give thee?
No, no, our selves are still the same.
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