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Poem	For every hour that thou wilt spare me now I will allow, Usurious God of Love, twenty to thee, When with my brown my gray hairs equal be; Till then, Love, let my body reign, and let Me travel, sojourn, snatch, plot, have, forget, Resume my last year's relic: think that yet We'had never met. Let me think any rival's letter mine, And at next nine Keep midnight's promise; mistake by the way The maid, and tell the Lady of that delay; Only let me love none, no, not the sport; From country grass, to comfitures of Court, Or cities quelque choses, let report My mind transport. This bargain's good; if when I'm old, I be Inflamed by thee, If thine own honour, or my shame, or pain, Thou covet most, at that age thou shalt gain. Do thy will then, then subject and degree, And fruit of love, Love I submit to thee; Spare me till then, I'll bear it, though she be One that loves me.
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