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Ad amicam

I aske but right: let hir that cought me late,
Either love, or cause that I may never hate:
I aske too much, would she but let me love hir,
Love knowes with such like praiers, I dayly move hir:
Accept him that will serve thee all his youth,
Accept him that will love with spotlesse truth:
If loftie titles cannot make me thine,
That am descended but of knightly line,
Soone may you plow the little lands I have,
I gladly graunt my parents given to save,
Apollo, Bacchus, and the Muses may,
And Cupide who hath markt me for thy pray,
My spotlesse life, which but to Gods gives place,
Naked simplicitie, and modest grace.
I love but one, and hir I love change never,
If men have Faith, lie live with thee for ever.
The yeares that fatall destenie shall give,
lie live with thee, and die, or thou shalt grieve.
Be thou the happie subject of my Bookes,
That I may write things worthy thy faire lookes:
By verses horned Jo got hir name,
And she to whom in shape of Swanne Jove came.
And she that on a faind Bull swamme to land,
Griping his false homes with hir virgin hand:
So likewise we will through the world be rung,
And with my name shall thine be alwaies sung.

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