Amour 39
Die, die, my soule, and neuer taste of ioy, If sighes, nor teares, nor vowes, nor prayers can moue; If fayth and zeale be but esteemd a toy, And kindnes be vnkindnes in my loue. Then, with vnkindnes, Loue, reuenge thy wrong: O sweet'st reuenge that ere the heauens gaue! And with the swan record thy dying song, And praise her still to thy vntimely graue. So in loues death shall loues perfection proue That loue diuine which I haue borne to you, By doome concealed to the heauens aboue, That yet the world vnworthy neuer knew; Whose pure Idea neuer tongue exprest: I feele, you know, the heauens can tell the rest.
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"Die, die, my soule, and neuer taste of ioy,..."
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