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Written by John Hoskins
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| ABSENCE heare my protestation | | | Against thy strengthe | | | Distance and lengthe, | | | Doe what thou canst for alteration: | | | For harts of truest mettall | 5 | | Absence doth joyne, and time doth settle. | | | | | Who loves a Mistris of right quality, | | | His mind hath founde | | | Affections grounde | | | Beyond time, place, and all mortality: | 10 | | To harts that cannot vary | | | Absence is present, time doth tary: | | | | | My Sences want their outward motion | | | Which now within | | | Reason doth win, | 15 | | Redoubled by her secret notion: | | | Like rich men that take pleasure | | | In hidinge more then handling treasure. | | | | | By absence this good means I gaine | | | That I can catch her | 20 | | Where none can watch her | | | In some close corner of my braine: | | | There I embrace and kiss her, | | | And so enjoye her, and so misse her. | | | |
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