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LL me not,
Sweet,
I am unkind,    That from the
Of thy chaste breasts, and quiet mind,    To war and arms I fly

I
Long in thy shackels, liberty
I ask not from these walls, but thee;
Left for awhile anothers bride,

I
I' th' autumn of a summer's day,
When all the winds got leave to play,
TA, that fair ship, is lanch'd,

If to be absent were to
Away from thee;
Or that when I am gone,
You or I were alone, - Then, my Lucasta, might I