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We're tapers too, and at our own cost die ;
And we in us find th' eagle and the dove.

The phenix riddle hath more wit

By us; we two being one, are it ;
So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit.

We die and rise the same, and prove
Mysterious by this love,

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e can die by it, if not live by love,
And if unfit for tomb or hearse

Our legend be, it will be fit for verse ;
And if no piece of chronicle we prove,

We'll build in sonnets pretty rooms ;

As well a well-wrought urn becomes
The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs ;

And by these hymns all shall approve
Us canonized for love,

And thus invoke us, “You, whom reverend love

Made one another's hermitage ;

You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage ; Who did the whole world's soul contract, and drove

Into the glasses of your eyes,

So made such mirrors and such spies,
That they did all to you epitomize –

Countries, towns, courts beg from above
A pattern of your love."

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But come bad chance, And we join to it our strength, And we teach it art and length,

Itself o'er us to advance.

When thou sigh’st, thou sigh'st not wind,

But sigh’st my soul away ;
When thou weep’st, unkindly kind, life
My life's blood doth decay.

It cannot be
That thou lovest me as thou say'st,
If in thine my life thou waste,

That art the best of me.

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I'll tell thee now, dear love, what thou shalt do

To anger destiny, as she doth us ;

How I shall stay, though she eloign mc thus,
And how posterity shall know it too ;

How thine may out-endure
Sibyl's glory, and obscure

Her who from Pindar could allure, 14
And her, through whose help Lucan is not lame, 15
And her, whose book (they say) Homer did find, and



Study our manuscripts, those myriads

Of letters which have pass’d'twixt thee and me ;

Thence write our annals, and in them will be
To all whom love's subliming fire invades

Rule and example found.
There the faith of any ground

No schismatic will dare to wound,
That sees, how Love this grace to us affords,
To make, to keep, to use, to be these his records.

This book, as long-lived as the elements,

Or as the world's form, this all-graved tome

In cypher writ, or new made idiom,
We for Love's clergy only are instruments ;

When this book is made thus,
Should again the ravenous

Vandals and Goths invade us,
Learning were safe ; in this our universe,
Schools might learn sciences, spheres music, angels


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