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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Restoration Verse.  1910.
By William Hammond (fl. 1655)
WHEN I began my Love to sow,
  Because with Venus’ doves I plow’d,
Fool that I was, I did not know
  That frowns for furrows were allow’d.
The broken heart to make clods torn        5
  By the sharp arrows of Disdain,
Crumbled by pressing rolls of Scorn,
  Gives issue to the springing grain.
Coyness shuts Love into a stove;
  No frost-bound lands their own heat feed:        10
Neglect sits brooding upon Love,
  As pregnant snow on winter-seed.
The harvest is not till we two
  Shall into one contracted be;
Love’s crop alone doth richer grow,        15
  Decreasing to identity.
All other things not nourish’d are
  But by Assimilation:
Love, in himself and diet spare,
  Grows fat by Contradiction.        20

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