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ST, this one day we own,    Stolen from the crowd and press,    Let it be sweet silence's
We two, heart in heart, alone;
Any speech were less
We are weary, even thus,    Talk might turn to discontent    Else be practised merriment:

When, dearest I but think of thee,
Methinks all things that lovely be   Are present, and my soul delighted:
For beauties that from worth
Are like the grace of deities,   Still present with us, tho’ unsighted

My dearest Frank,
I wish you
Of Mary's safety with a Boy,
Whose birth has given little