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gone forever
As you waved goodbye,
I remembered the times we spent together,
You once said to me that ‘my levell’d eyes their
Carriage ride,
As they did battery to the spheres intend;
Sometime diverted their poor balls are tied
To the orbed earth; sometimes they do extend
Their view right on; anon their gazes lend
To every place at once, and, nowhere fix'd,
The mind and sight distractedly commix'd’
I remember a thousand favours from maund that made me drew
Of amber, crystal, and of beaded jet, which I threw one by
One in the river I threw,
My mind and sight distractedly commix’d,
Because my heart had nowere to be fix’d
I tied my hair in a formal plat,
Proclaim’d in my careless hand of pride,
I remember you were the reverend
Man who grazed his cattle nigh--
Sometime a blusterer, that the ruffle knew
Of court, of city, and had let go by
The swiftest hours, observed as they flew--
Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew,
And, privileged by age, desires to know
In brief the grounds and motives of my woe.
To you I was a spreading flower,
But now sorrow over hath power,
My visage is a little bit drawn,
But what largeness thinks in paradise was sawn,
You bathed me in my fluxive eyes,
And often kiss'd, and often 'gan to tear:
Cried 'O false blood, thou register of lies,
What unapproved witness dost thou bear!
Ink would have seem'd more black and damned here!'
This said, in top of rage the lines she rents,
Big discontent so breaking their contents.
Of folded schedules had he many a one,
Which he perused, sigh'd, tore, and gave the flood;
Crack'd many a ring of posied gold and bone
Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud;
Found yet moe letters sadly penn'd in blood,
With sleided silk feat and affectedly
Enswathed, and seal'd to curious secrecy.

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and it hurts a lot to loose someone than to gain something.