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Whoe'er she be,
That not impossible
That shall command my heart and me:
Where'er she lie,

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ON had a Cat,    A Tabby, loveliest of the race,
Sleek as a doe, and tame, and fat    With velvet paws, and whisker'd face;

Be the mistress of my choice,
Clean in manners, clear in voice;
Be she witty, more than wise,
Pure enough, though not precise;

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head

I    Secret was the garden;    Set i' the pathless awe    Where no star its breath can draw
Life, that is its warden,
Sits behind the fosse of death
Mine eyes saw not,      and I saw

Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labor,
I in labor lie
The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,

Why dost thou shade thy lovely face
O
Does that eclipsing hand of thine
The sunshine of the Sun's enlivening eye

SO grieves th' adventurous merchant, when he throws All the long toil'd-for treasure his ship stows Into the angry main, to save from wrack Himself and men, as I grieve to give back These letters : yet so powerful is your sway As if you bid me die...

My dear mistress has a
Soft as those kind looks she gave me,
When with love's resistless art,
And her eyes, she did enslave me;

UR husband will be with us at the Treat;
May that be the last Supper he shall Eat
And am poor I, a Guest invited there,
Only to see, while he may touch the Fair

When thou, poor excommunicat e From all the joys of love, shalt see The full reward and glorious fate Which my strong faith shall purchase me, Then curse thine own inconstancy
A fairer hand than thine shall cure That heart, which thy false oa...

Had we but World enough, and Time,
This coyness Lady were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which
To walk, and pass our long Loves Day.