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If
ever two were one, then
surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with
me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or all the
riches that
the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot
quench,
Nor
ought
but love from thee, give
recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way
repay,
The heavens reward thee
manifold,
I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so
persevere
That when we live no more,
we may live
ever. |