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Henry King - The Forfeiture
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My Dearest, To let you or the world know 
What Debt of service I do truly ow 
To your unpattern`d self, were to require 
A language onely form`d in the desire 
Of him that writes. It is the common fate, 
Of greatest duties to evaporate 
In silent meaning, as we often see 
Fires by their too much fuel smother`d be: 
Small Obligations may find vent and speak, 
When greater the unable debtor break. 
And such are mine to you, whose favours store, 
Hath made me poorer then I was before; 
For I want words and language to declare 
How strict my Bond or large your bounties are. 
Since nothing in my desp`rate fortune found, 
Can payment make, nor yet the summe compound 
You must lose all, or else of force accept 
The body of a Bankrupt for your debt. 
Then Love, your Bond to Execution sue, 
And take my self, as forfeited to you.
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