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NSTABLE dream, according to the place,

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Be steadfast once, or else at least be true.
By tasted sweetness, make me not to rue
The sudden loss of thy false fained grace.

By good respect in such a dangerous case
Thou brought'st not her into these tossing seas,
But madest my sprite to live my care to increase,
My body in tempest her delight to embrace.
The body dead, the sprite had his desire.
Painless was the one, the other in delight.
Why then, alas, did it not keep it right,
But thus return to leap into the fire,

And where it was at wish, could not remain?
Such mocks of dreams do turn to deadly pain.

ET me whereas the sun doth parch the green,

Or where his beams do not dissolve the ice: In temperate heat where he is felt and seen: In presence prest of people mad or wise. Set me in high, or yet in low degree: In longest night, or in the shortest day: In clearest sky, or where clouds thickest be: In lusty youth, or when my hairs are grey. Set me in heaven, in earth, or else in hell, In hill, or dale, or in the foaming flood: Thrall, or at large, alive where so I dwell: Sick, or in health: in evil fame, or good. Hers will I be, and only with this thought Content myself, although my chance be nought.

WITH how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies,

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How silently, and with how wan a face!
What! may it be, that even in heavenly place
That busy archer his sharp arrow tries?
Sure if that long with love acquainted eyes
Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case;
I read it in thy looks; thy languish'd grace
To me, that feel the like, thy state descries.
Then even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me
Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit?
Are beauties there as proud as here they be?
Do they above love to be loved, and yet
Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess?
Do they call virtue there, ungratefulness?

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Y true love hath my heart, and I have his,

By just exchange one for the other given; I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;

There never was a better bargain driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one;
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;
He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his because in me it bides.

His heart his wound received from my sight;
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart:
For as from me on him his hurt did light,
So still methought in me his hurt did smart.
Both equal hurt, in this change sought one bliss:
My true love hath my heart and I have his.

IME wasteth years, and months, and hours:
Time doth consume fame, honour, wit and strength:
Time kills the greenest Herbs and sweetest flowers:
Time wears out youth and beauty's looks at length:
Time doth convey to ground both foe and friend,
And each thing else but Love, which hath no end.
Time maketh every tree to die and rot:

Time turneth oft our pleasures into pain:
Time causeth wars and wrongs to be forgot:

Time clears the sky, which first hung full of rain:
Time makes an end of all humane desire,
But only this, which sets my heart on fire.
Time turneth into naught each Princely state:
Time brings a flood from new resolved snow:
Time calms the Sea where tempest was of late:
Time eats whate'er the Moon can see below:
And yet no time prevails in my behove,
Nor any time can make me cease to love.

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