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Rh  The fault is hers that made me go astray; He needs must wander that hath lost his way: Guiltless I am; she doth this change provoke, And made that charcoal, which to her was oak, And as a looking-glass from the aspect, Whilst it is whole, doth but one face reflect; But, being crackt or broken, there are grown Many less faces, where there was but one; So love unto my heart did first prefer Her image, and there placed none but her; But, since 'twas broke and martyr'd by her scorn, Many less faces in her place are born.

her head upon my breast, There on love's bed she lay to rest; My panting heart rock'd her asleep, My heedful eyes the watch did keep; Then, love by me being harbour'd there, (No hope to be his harbinger) Desire his rival kept the door; For this of him I begg'd no more, But that, our mistress to entertain, Some pretty fancy he would frame, And represent it in a dream, Of which myself should give the theme. Then first these thoughts I bid him show, Which only he and I did know, Arrayed in duty and respect, And not in fancies that reflect: Then those of value next present, Approv'd by all the world's consent; But, to distinguish mine asunder, Apparrell'd they must be in wonder. Such a device then I would have, As service, not reward, should crave, Attir'd in spotless innocence, Not self-respect, nor no pretence: Then such a faith I would have shown, As heretofore was never known, Cloth'd with a constant clear intent, Professing always as it meant: