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How much more wilt thou chide, O raw divine, For that I drink, and am a libertine? Thou hast thy weary beads, and saintly show, Leave me my cheerful sweetheart, and my wine!

Against my lusts I ever war, in vain, I think on my ill deeds with shame and pain; I trust Thou wilt assoil me of my sins, But even so, my shame must still remain.

In these twin compasses, O Love, you see One body with two heads, like you and me, Which wander round one centre, circlewise, But at the last in one same point agree.