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Nay, let the silence of my womanhood

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To bear the burden of a heavy heart,--

Thine own dear pitys wiping my cheeks dry,--

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To live on still in love, and yet in vain,--

Slips on the nut if, after frequent showers,

Between our faces, to cast light on each ?--

A melancholy music,--why advert

Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby !

Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.

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And wilt thou have me fashion into speech

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To pipe now gainst the valley nightingale

As these you see, and trembling knees that fail

Thou mayst love on, through loves eternity.

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And placed it by thee on a golden throne,--

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