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Exchange. > _all without titles in_ _O'F_: _punctuation mainly
the Editor's_]




<_Loves Exchange_>

1. To sue for all thy Love, and thy whole hart
were madnesse.
I doe not sue, nor can admitt,
(Fayrest) from yo^u to have all yet;
Who giveth all, hath nothing to impart 5
But sadnesse.

2. Hee who receaveth all can have no more,
Then seeing.
My love by length of every howre
Gathers new strength, new growth, new power: 10
You must have dayly new rewards in store
Still beeing.

3. You cannot every day give mee yo^r hart
For merit;
Yet if you will, when yours doth goe 15
You shall have still one to bestow,
For you shall mine, when yours doth part,
Inherit.

4. Yet if you please weele find a better way
Then change them, 20
For so alone (dearest) wee shall
Bee one and one another all;
Let us so joyne our harts, that nothing may
Estrange them.




_Song. _

Now y'have killd mee with yo^{r} scorne
Who shall live to call yo^{u} fayre?
What new foole must now bee borne
To prepare
Dayly sacrifice of service new, 5
Teares too good for woemen true?
Who shall sorrow when yo^{u} crye
And to please yo^{u} dayly dye?
Men succeeding shall beware
And woemen cruell, no more fayre. 10

2.

Now y'have killd mee, never looke
Any left to call yo^{u} trewe;
Who more madd must now bee tooke
To renewe
My oblations dayly, lost? 15
Vowes too good for woemen chast!
Who shall call yo^{u} sweete, and sweare
T'is yo^{r} face renews the yeare?
Men by my Death shall beleeve,
And woemen cruell yet shall greeve. 20


[Song. _O'F_: _punctuation mainly Editor's_]




_Love, bred of glances. _

Love bred of Glances twixt amorous eyes
Like Childrens fancies, sone borne, sone dyes.
Guilte, Bitternes, and smilinge woe
Doth ofte deceaue poore lovers soe,
As the fonde Sence th'unwary soule deceives 5
With deadly poison wrapt in Lily leaves.

But harts so chain'd as Goodnes stands
With truthe unstain'd to couple hands,
Love beinge to all beauty blinde
Save the cleere beauties of the minde, 10
There heaven is pleasd, continuall blessings sheddinge,
Angells are guests and dance at this blest weddinge.


[Love _&c. _ <True Love. > _Chambers_, _who prints from RP117_:
_no title_, _O'F_, _P_, _S96_ (_from which present text is
taken_)]

[2 borne _B_, _P_, _O'F_, _S96_: bred _Chambers_]

[4 Doth _S96_: does _B_, _O'F_: doe _P_]

[5 As] And _Chambers_]

[7 as Goodnes] 'tis goodnes _Chambers_]

[8 hands, _Ed_: hands _S96_]

[10 minde, _B_: minde _S96_]

[11 There heav'n is _O'F_, _P_, _S96_: Where Reason is
_Chambers_

sheddinge, _Ed_: sheddinge _S96_]

[12 this] his _Chambers_]




_To a Watch restored to its Mystres. _

Goe and Count her better howers.
For they are happier than oures.