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NO, no, faire Heretique, it needs must bee
But an ill Love in mee,
And worse for thee.

For were it in my Power,
To love thee now this hower,
More than I did the last;

I would then so fall,
I might not Love at all;

Love that can flow, and can admit increase,
Admitts as well an Ebb and may grow lesse.
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True Love is stil the same; the torrid Zones,
And those more frigid ones,
It must not know:

For Love growne cold or hot,
Is Lust, or Friendship, not
The thing wee have;

For that's a flame would die,
Held downe, or up to high▪

Then think I love more than I can expresse,
And would love more, could I but love thee lesse.