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Richard Lovelace - Sonnet
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                    I.
When I by thy faire shape did sweare,
And mingled with each vowe a teare,
     I lov`d, I lov`d thee best,
     I swore as I profest.
For all the while you lasted warme and pure,
     My oathes too did endure.
But once turn`d faithlesse to thy selfe and old,
They then with thee incessantly grew cold.

                    II.
I swore my selfe thy sacrifice
By th` ebon bowes that guard thine eyes,
     Which now are alter`d white,
     And by the glorious light
Of both those stars, which of their spheres bereft,
     Only the gellie`s left.
Then changed thus, no more I`m bound to you,
Then swearing to a saint that proves untrue.
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