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And if chance to thine eyes fhall bring this verfe, With fome fad fighs honour m}^ abfent Herfe; And kifs this paper for thy loves dear fake, Who with fait tears this laft Farewel did take.
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��To my Dear and loving Husband. [240]
TF ever two were one, then furely we.
-*- If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man.
Compare with me 3^e women if you can.
I prize thy love more then whole Mines of gold.
Or all the riches that the Eaft doth hold.
My love is fuch that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence.
Thy love is fuch I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love lets fo perfever.
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
A Letter to her Hnsband^ abfent upon Publick employment.
My head, my heart, mine Eyes, my life, nay more,
My joy, my Magazine of earthly ftore,
If two be one, as furely thou and I,
How ftayeft thou there, whilft I at Ipjivich lye?
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