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| GREEDY 1 lover, pause awhile, | |
| And remember that a smile | |
| Heretofore | |
| Would have made thy hopes a feast; | |
| Which is more | 5 |
| Since thy diet was increased, | |
| Than both looks and language too, | |
| Or the face itself, can do. | |
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| Such a province is my hand | |
| As, if it thou couldst command | 10 |
| Heretofore, | |
| There thy lips would seem to dwell; | |
| Which is more, | |
| Ever since they sped so well, | |
| Than they can be brought to do | 15 |
| By my neck and bosom too. | |
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| If the centre of my breast, | |
| A dominion unpossessed | |
| Heretofore, | |
| May thy wandering thoughts suffice, | 20 |
| Seek no more, | |
| And my heart shall be thy prize: | |
| So thou keep above the line, | |
| All the hemisphere is thine. | |
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| If the flames of love were pure | 25 |
| Which by oath thou didst assure | |
| Heretofore, | |
| Gold that goes into the clear | |
| Shines the more | |
| When it leaves again the fire: | 30 |
| Let not then those looks of thine | |
| Blemish what they should refine. | |
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| I have cast into the fire | |
| Almost all thou couldst desire | |
| Heretofore; | 35 |
| But I see thou art to crave | |
| More and more. | |
| Should I cast in all I have, | |
| So that I were ne’er so free, | |
| Thou wouldst burn, though not for me. | 40 |
