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Dreames and Imaginations
Are all the recreations
Absence can gaine me,
Dreames when I wake confound me,
Thoughts for her sake doth wound me,
Least she disdaine me,
Then sinking let me lie,
Or thinking let me die,
Since loue hath slaine me.
2
Dreames are but coward and doe,
Much good they dare not stand too,
Asham'd of the morrow,
Thoughts like a child that winketh,
Hee's not beguild that thinketh,
Hath peir'st me thorow,
Both filling me with blisses,
Both killing me with kisses,
dying in sorrow.
3
Dreames with their false pretences,
And thoughts confounds my senses,
In the conclusion,
Which like a glasse did shew mee,
What came to passe and threw mee,
Into confusion,
Shee made mee leaue all other,
Yet she had got another,
This was abusion.
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