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Each louely grace.
Truth-trying Time.
Two Louers sat lamenting.
T'is true, t'is day.
Deere, though your minde stand so auerse.
Shall I be with ioyes deceiued ?
Downe, downe, proud minde.
Beware faire Maides.
The Fire to see my woes for anger burneth.
Goe heauy thoughts.
My deerest Mistriss.
Man like a Prophet of ensuing yeeres.
As by a fountaine chast Diana sate.
Away, away.
When I was borne.
Shall a smile.
We yet agree.
Fly swift my thoughts.
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