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Take all my loues,my loue,yea take them all,
Whathaſt thou then more then thou hadſt before?
No loue,my loue,that thou maiſt true loue call,
All mine was thine,before thou hadſt this more:
Then if for my loue,thou my loue receiueſt,
I cannot blame thee,for my loue thou vſeſt,
But yet be blam’d,if thou this ſelfe deceaueſt
By wilfull taſte of what thy ſelfe refuſeſt.
I doe forgiue thy robb’rie gentle theefe
Although thou ſteale thee all my pouerty:
And yet loue knowes it is a greater griefe
Toe beare loues wrong,then hates knowne iniury.
   Laſciuious grace,in whome all il wel ſhowes,
   Kill me with ſpights yet we muſt not be foes.

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