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Great or good, or kind or fair, I will ne’er the more despair; If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve; If she slight me when I woo,I can scorn and let her go; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be?G. Wither


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MELANCHOLY

Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly: There’s nought in this life sweet If man were wise to see’t, But only melancholy, O sweetest Melancholy! Welcome, folded arms, and fixéd eyes, A sigh that piercing mortifies, A look that’s fasten’d to the ground, A tongue chain’d up without a sound! Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed save bats and owls! A midnight bell, a parting groan! These are the sounds we feed upon; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; Nothing’s so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy. J. Fletcher


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TO A LOCK OF HAIR

Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright As in that well-remember’d night When first thy mystic braid was wove, And first my Agnes whisper’d love.
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