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Thou art not so black as my heart, / Nor half so brittle as her heart, thou art; / What wouldst thou say? shall both our properties by thee be spoke, / -Nothing more endless, nothing sooner broke?
Marriage rings are not of this stuff; / Oh, why should ought less precious, or less tough, / Figure our loves? except in thy name thou have bid it say / "-I'm cheap, and nought but fashion; fling me away."
Yet stay with me since thou art come, / Circle this finger's top, which didst her thumb; / Be justly proud, and gladly safe, that thou dost dwell with me; / She that, O! broke her faith, would soon break thee.