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I.
When I
by thy faire shape did sweare,
And mingled with each
vowe a teare,
I lov'd, I lov'd thee best,
I swore
as I profest.
For all the while you lasted warme and
pure,
My oathes too did endure.
But once turn'd
faithlesse to thy selfe and old,
They then with thee
incessantly grew cold.
II.
I swore my selfe
thy sacrifice
By th' ebon bowes that guard thine
eyes,
Which now are alter'd white,
And by the
glorious light
Of both those stars, which of their
spheres bereft,
Only the gellie's left.
Then
changed thus, no more I'm bound to you,
Then swearing
to a saint that proves untrue.
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