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As virtuous men pass mildly away,

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And whisper to their souls to go,

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Whilst some of their sad friends do say

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"The breath goes now," and some say, "No"

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So let us melt, and make no noise,

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No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;

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‘Twere profanation of our joys

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To tell the laity our love.

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Moving of th’ earth brings harms and fears,

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Men reckon what it did and meant,

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But trepidation of the spheres,

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Though greater far, is innocent.

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Dull sublunary lovers’ love

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(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit

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Absence, because it doth remove

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Those things which elemented it.

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But we, by a love so much refined

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That our selves know not what it is,

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Inter-assurèd of the mind,

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Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.

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Our two souls therefore, which are one,

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Though I must go, endure not yet

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A breach, but an expansion,

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Like gold to airy thinness beat.

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If they be two, they are two so

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As stiff twin compasses are two:

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Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show

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To move, but doth, if the other do;

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And though it in the centre sit,

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Yet when the other far doth roam,

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It leans, and hearkens after it,

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And grows erect, as that comes home.

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Such wilt thou be to me, who must

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Like th’ other foot, obliquely run;

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Thy firmness makes my circle just,

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And makes me end where I begun.