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Those Saints, Which God Loves Best, The Devil Tempts Not Least.

Thou Art My Life, My Love, My Heart, The Very Eyes Of Me: And Hast Command Of Every Part To Live And Die For Thee.

None Pities Him That Is In The Snare, Who Warned Before, Would Not Beware.

Then Be Not Coy, But Use Your Time; And While Ye May, Go Marry: For Having Lost But Once Your Prime, You May For Ever Tarry.

Love Is A Circle That Doth Restless Move In The Same Sweet Eternity Of Love.