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Well, shadow'd landskip, fare ye well:
But, my dear nothings, take your leave:
As he, whose quicker eye doth trace
So our dull souls, tasting delight
O, how I glory now, that I
If I gaze now, 'tis but to see
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FAREWELL TO LOVE
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FAREWELL TO LOVE
1
How I have lov'd you none can tell,
At least, so well
As he that now hates more
Than e'er he lov'd before.5
2
No longer must you me deceive,
Since I perceive
All the deceit, and know
Whence the mistake did grow.10
3
A false star shot to a mark'd place,
Does run apace,
And, thinking it to catch,
A jelly up does snatch:15
4
Far off, by sense and appetite,
Think that is right
And real good; when yet
'Tis but the counterfeit.20
5
Have made this new discovery!
Each wanton eye
Inflam'd before: no more
Will I increase that score.25
6
What manner of death's-head 'twill be.
When it is free
From that fresh upper skin,
The gazer's joy and sin.30
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