I wonder by my troth, what thou, and
I
Did, till we lov'd? were we not wean'd till
then?
But suck'd on countrey pleasures,
childishly?
Or snorted we i'the seaven sleepers
den?
'Twas so; But this, all pleasures fancies
bee.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which desir'd, and got, t'was but a dreame of
thee.
And now good morrow to our waking
soules,
Which watch not one another out of
feare;
For love, all love of other sights
controules,
And makes one roome, and every
where.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have
gone,
Let Maps to other, worlds on worlds have
showne,
Let us possesse one world, each hath one, and is
one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine
appears,
And true plaine hearts doe in the faces
rest,
Where can we finde two better
hemispheares
Without sharpe North, without declining
West?
What ever dyes, was not mixt
equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and
I
Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can
die.
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