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[I love thee; though my verse revolt and swear]
I love thee; though my verse revolt and swearThou art not worthy, I must love thee still;
Some cruell planet full of wrath and feare
Lowr'd on my birth, grim herald to this ill;
I hate thy falsehood that is part of thee,
I love the beauty that doth overpaint it;
I love the brightness there, and will not see
For its rich sweetness what a curse doth taint it.
Yet shall thy name live ripen'd in my song,
And when thy limbs are dust, thy fault forgotten,
My constant faith shall pale thee from the throng,
Thy praise shall bloom, when envy's blame is rotten
The one shall live in glory, and to thee
Lend of its praise; the other die with me.
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