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I	A
When my love swears that she is made of truth	B
I do believe her though I know she lies	C
That she might think me some untutor'd youth	B
Unskilful in the world's false forgeries	D
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young	E
Although I know my years be past the best	F
I smiling credit her false speaking tongue	E
Outfacing faults in love with love's ill rest	F
But wherefore says my love that she is young	E
And wherefore say not I that I am old	G
O love's best habit is a soothing tongue	E
And age in love loves not to have years told	G
Therefore I'll lie with love and love with me	H
Since that our faults in love thus smother'd be	H
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II	A
Two loves I have of comfort and despair	I
That like two spirits do suggest me still	J
My better angel is a man right fair	I
My worser spirit a woman colour'd ill	J
To win me soon to hell my female evil	K
Tempteth my better angel from my side	L
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil	K
Wooing his purity with her fair pride	L
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend	M
Suspect I may yet not directly tell	N
For being both to me both to each friend	O
I guess one angel in another's hell	N
The truth I shall not know but live in doubt	P
Till my bad angel fire my good one out	P
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III	A
Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye	A
'Gainst whom the world could not hold argument	Q
Persuade my heart to this false perjury	H
Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment	Q
A woman I forswore but I will prove	R
Thou being a goddess I forswore not thee	H
My vow was earthly thou a heavenly love	S
Thy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in me	H
My vow was breath and breath a vapour is	T
Then thou fair sun that on this earth doth shine	U
Exhale this vapour vow in thee it is	T
If broken then it is no fault of mine	U
If by me broke what fool is not so wise	C
To break an oath to win a paradise	V
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IV	S
Sweet Cytherea sitting by a brook	W
With young Adonis lovely fresh and green	X
Did court the lad with many a lovely look	W
Such looks as none could look but beauty's queen	X
She told him stories to delight his ear	Y
She show'd him favours to allure his eye	A
To win his heart she touch'd him here and there	I
Touches so soft still conquer chastity	H
But whether unripe years did want conceit	Z
Or he refused to take her figured proffer	A2
The tender nibbler would not touch the bait	B2
But smile and jest at every gentle offer	A2
Then fell she on her back fair queen and toward	C2
He rose and ran away ah fool too froward	C2
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V	H
If love make me forsworn how shall I swear to love	S
O never faith could hold if not to beauty vow'd	C2
Though to myself forsworn to thee I'll constant prove	S
Those thoughts to me like oaks to thee like osiers bow'd	C2
Study his bias leaves and make his book thine eyes	C
Where all those pleasures live that art can comprehend	C2
If knowledge be the mark to know thee shall suffice	V
Well learned is that tongue that well can thee commend	C2
All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder	A2
Which is to me some praise that I thy parts admire	D2
Thy eye Jove's lightning seems thy voice his dreadful thunder	A2
Which not to anger bent is music and sweet fire	A2
Celestial as thou art O do not love that wrong	E2
To sing heaven's praise with such an earthly tongue	E
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VI	A
Scarce had the sun dried up the dewy morn	F2
And scarce the herd gone to the hedge for shade	C2
When Cytherea all in love forlorn	F2
A longing tarriance for Adonis made	C2
Under an osier growing by a brook	W
A brook where Adon used to cool his spleen	X
Hot was the day she hotter that did look	W
For his approach that often there had been	G2
Anon he comes and throws his mantle by	A
And stood stark naked on the brook's green brim	H2
The sun look'd on the world with glorious eye	A
Yet not so wistly as this queen on him	H2
He spying her bounced in whereas he stood	C2
'O Jove ' quoth she 'why was not I a flood '	-
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VII	A
Fair is my love but not so fair as fickle	K
Mild as a dove but neither true nor trusty	H
Brighter than glass and yet as glass is brittle	K
Softer than wax and yet as iron rusty	H
A lily pale with damask dye to grace her	A2
None fairer nor none falser to deface her	A2
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Her lips to mine how often hath she joined	C2
Between each kiss her oaths of true love swearing	I2
How many tales to please me bath she coined	C2
Dreading my love the loss thereof still fearing	I2
Yet in the midst of all her pure protestings	V
Her faith her oaths her tears and all were jestings	V
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She burn'd with love as straw with fire flameth	H
She burn'd out love as soon as straw outburneth	H
She framed the love and yet she foil'd the framing	I2
She bade love last and yet she fell a turning	I2
Was this a lover or a lecher whether	A2
Bad in the best though excellent in neither	A2
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VIII	A
If music and sweet poetry agree	H
As they must needs the sister and the brother	A2
Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me	H
Because thou lovest the one and I the other	A2
Dowland to thee is dear whose heavenly touch	J2
Upon the lute doth ravish human sense	V
Spenser to me whose deep conceit is such	J2
As passing all conceit needs no defence	V
Thou lovest to bear the sweet melodious sound	C2
That Phoebus' lute the queen of music makes	V
And I in deep delight am chiefly drown'd	C2
Whenas himself to singing he betakes	V
One god is god of both as poets feign	K2
One knight loves both and both in thee remain	K2
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IX	V
Fair was the morn when the fair queen of love	A
Paler for sorrow than her milk white dove	A
For Adon's sake a youngster proud and wild	C2
Her stand she takes upon a steep up hill	J
Anon Adonis comes with horn and hounds	V
She silly queen with more than love's good will	J
Forbade the boy he should not pass those grounds	V
'Once ' quoth she 'did I see a fair sweet youth	H
Here in these brakes deep wounded with a boar	L2
Deep in the thigh a spectacle of ruth	H
See in my thigh ' quoth she 'here was the sore	L2
She showed hers he saw more wounds than one	M2
And blushing fled and left her all alone	N2
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X	V
Sweet rose fair flower untimely pluck'd soon vaded	C2
Pluck'd in the bud and vaded in the spring	I2
Bright orient pearl alack too timely shaded	C2
Fair creature kill'd too soon by death's sharp sting	I2
Like a green plum that hangs upon a tree	H
And falls through wind before the fall should he	H
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I weep for thee and yet no cause I have	A
For why thou left'st me nothing in thy will	J
And yet thou left'st me more than I did crave	A
For why I craved nothing of thee still	J
O yes dear friend I pardon crave of thee	H
Thy discontent thou didst bequeath to me	H
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XI	H
Venus with young Adonis sitting by her	A2
Under a myrtle shade began to woo him	H2
She told the youngling how god Mars did try her	A2
And as he fell to her so fell she to him	H2
'Even thus ' quoth she 'the warlike god embraced me '	-
And then she clipp'd Adonis in her arms	V
'Even thus ' quoth she 'the warlike god unlaced me '	-
As if the boy should use like loving charms	V
'Even thus ' quoth she 'he seized on my lips	V
And with her lips on his did act the seizure	A2
And as she fetched breath away he skips	V
And would not take her meaning nor her pleasure	A2
Ah that I had my lady at this bay	O2
To kiss and clip me till I run away	O2
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XII	V
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together	A2
Youth is full of pleasance age is full of care	I
Youth like summer morn age like winter weather	A2
Youth like summer brave age like winter bare	I
Youth is full of sport age's breath is short	C2
Youth is nimble age is lame	P2
Youth is hot and bold age is weak and cold	C2
Youth is wild and age is tame	P2
Age I do abhor thee youth I do adore thee	H
O my love my love is young	E
Age I do defy thee O sweet shepherd hie thee	H
For methinks thou stay'st too long	E2
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XIII	V
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good	C2
A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly	H
A flower that dies when first it gins to bud	C2
A brittle glass that's broken presently	H
A doubtful good a gloss a glass a flower	A2
Lost vaded	C2