Olivia.
Before we shall again behold | |
| In his diurnal race the Worlds great Eye, | |
| We may as silent be and cold, | |
| As are the shades where buried Lovers ly. | |
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Endimion.
Olivia 'tis no fault of Love | 5 |
| To loose our selves in death, but O, I fear, | |
| When Life and Knowledge is above | |
| Restor'd to us, I shall not know thee there. | |
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Olivia.
Call it not Heaven (my Love) where we | |
| Our selves shall see, and yet each other miss: | 10 |
| So much of Heaven I find in thee | |
| As, thou unknown, all else privation is. | |
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Endimion.
Why should we doubt, before we go | |
| To find the Knowledge which shall ever last, | |
| That we may there each other know? | 15 |
| Can future Knowledge quite destroy the past? | |
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Olivia.
When at the Bowers in the Elizian shade | |
| I first arrive, I shall examine where | |
| They dwel, who love the highest Vertue made? | |
| For I am sure to find Endimion there. | 20 |
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Endimion.
From this vext World when we shall both retire, | |
| Where all are lovers, and where all rejoyce; | |
| I need not seek thee in the Heavenly Quire; | |
| For I shall know Olivia by her Voice. |
