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Written by John Hall
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| Since that this thing we call the world | | | By chance on Atomes is begot, | | | Which though in dayly motions hurld, | | | Yet weary not, | | | How doth it prove | 5 | | Thou art so fair and I in Love? | | | | | Since that the soul doth onely lie | | | Immers'd in matter, chaind in sense, | | | How can Romira thou and I | | | With both dispence? | 10 | | And thus ascend | | | In higher flights then wings can lend. | | | | | Since man's but pasted up of Earth, | | | And ne're was cradled in the skies, | | | What Terra Lemnia gave thee birth? | 15 | | What Diamond eyes? | | | Or thou alone | | | To tell what others were, came down? |
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