Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Symptoms of Love

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Symptoms of Love.
Once did my thoughts both ebb and flow, As passion did them move;Once did I hope, straight fear again,— And then I was in love.
Once did I waking spend the night, And told how many minutes move;Once did I wishing waste the day,— And then I was in love.
Once, by my carving true-love's knot, The weeping trees did proveThat wounds and tears were both our lots,— And then I was in love.
Once did I breathe another's breath, And in my mistress move;Once was I not mine own at all,— And then I was in love.
Once wore I bracelets made of hair, And collars did approve;Once were my clothes made out of wax,— And then I was in love.
Once did I sonnet to my saint, My soul in numbers move;Once did I tell a thousand lies,— And then I was in love.
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Once in my breast did. dangling hang A little turtle-dove;Once, in a word, I was a fool,— And then I was in love.

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