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Richard Lovelace - When I by Thy Faire Shape Did Sweare
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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.

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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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