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| MY 1 only star, | |
| Why, why are your dear eyes, | |
| Where all my life’s peace lies, | |
| With me at war? | |
| Why to my ruin tending, | 5 |
| Do they still lighten woe | |
| On him that loves you so, | |
| That all his thoughts in you have birth and ending? | |
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| Hope of my heart, | |
| O wherefore do the words, | 10 |
| Which your sweet tongue affords, | |
| No hope impart? | |
| But cruel without measure, | |
| To my eternal pain, | |
| Still thunder forth disdain | 15 |
| On him whose life depends upon your pleasure? | |
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| Sunshine of joy, | |
| Why do your gestures, which | |
| All eyes and hearts bewitch, | |
| My bliss destroy? | 20 |
| And pity’s sky o’erclouding, | |
| Of hate an endless shower | |
| On that poor heart still pour, | |
| Which in your bosom seeks his only shrouding? | |
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| Balm of my wound, | 25 |
| Why are your lines, 2 whose sight | |
| Should cure me with delight, | |
| My poison found? | |
| Which, through my veins dispersing, | |
| Doth make my heart and mind | 30 |
| And all my senses, find | |
| A living death in torments past rehearsing? | |
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| Alas! my fate | |
| Hath of your eyes deprived me, | |
| Which both killed and revived me | 35 |
| And sweetened hate; | |
| Your sweet voice and sweet graces, | |
| Which clothed in lovely weeds | |
| Your cruel words and deeds, | |
| Are intercepted by far distant places. | 40 |
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| But, O the anguish | |
| Which presence still presented, | |
| Absence hath not absented, | |
| Nor made to languish; | |
| No, no, to increase my paining, 3 | 45 |
| The cause being, ah! removed | |
| For which the effect I loved, | |
| The effect is still in greatest force remaining. | |
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| O cruel tiger! | |
| If to your hard heart’s center | 50 |
| Tears, vows, and prayers may enter, | |
| Desist your rigour; | |
| And let kind lines assure me, | |
| Since to my deadly wound | |
| No salve else can be found, | 55 |
| That you that kill me, yet at length will cure me. | |
