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Love, any devil else but you / Would for a given soul give something too. / At court your fellows every day / Give th' art of rhyming, huntsmanship, or play, / For them which were their own before; / Only I have nothing, which gave more, / But am, alas! by being lowly, lower.
I ask no dispensation now, / To falsify a tear, or sigh, or vow; / I do not sue from thee to draw / A non obstante on nature's law; / These are prerogatives, they inhere / In thee and thine; none should forswear / Except that he Love's minion were.