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MY dear mistress has a heart,
Soft as these kind looks she gave me,
When with love’s resistless art,
And her eyes she did enslave me;
But her constancy’s so weak,
She’s so wild and apt to wander,
That my jealous heart would break,
Shou’d we live one day asunder.
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Melting joys about her move,
Killing pleasures, wounding blisses;
She can dress her eyes in love,
And her lips can arm with kisses:
Angels listen when she speaks;
She’s my delight, all mankind’s wonder;
But my jealous heart wou’d break,
Shou’d we live one day asunder.
