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XVI.

A Fragment.

 

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Deare, let me die in this faire breast,
Far sweeter then the Phenix nest:
Love raise desires by thy sweet charmes,
Within this circle of her armes;
And let her blisfull wishes cherish
My infant ioyes, that els must perish.

 

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XVII.

To Phillis.

 

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Oh, Phillis, would the Gods decree
 That you should love, and none but me,
Ide quit what ere I lov'd before,
 And nere importune heaven more;