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Scire si liceret quæ debes subire, Et non subire, pulchrum est scire: Sed si subire debes quæ debes scire, Quorsum vis scire? nam debes subire.

man might know The ill he must undergo, And shun it so, Then it were good to know: But, if he undergo it, Though he know it, What boots him know it? He must undergo it.

dearest, I but think of thee, Methinks all things that lovely be Are present, and my soul delighted: For beauties that from worth arise Are like the grace of deities, Still present with us, though unsighted.

Thus whilst I sit, and sigh the day With all his borrowed lights away, Till night's black wings do overtake me, Thinking on thee, thy beauties then, As sudden lights do sleeping men, So they, by their bright rays awake me.

Thus absence dies, and dying proves No absence can subsist with loves That do partake of fair perfection; Since in the darkest night they may By love's quick motion find a way To see each other by reflection.