Iohn Attey

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VI. My dearest and deuinest loue.

  My dearest and deuinest loue, 
  Imagine my distresse, 
  When thou retir'st from my desires, 
  And sorrowes me oppresse. 

  For my sence sees no other Sunne, 
  But that which in thine eyes, 
  That in another Spheare doth runne, 
  And clowds thy natiue skyes. 

  Then come againe, then come againe, 
  Display thy pleasing Beames, 
  Else all my pleasures are but paine, 
  My comforts are but dreames. 
    

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