earts conjoin'd

, so not

ill gaz

g our love's mo

of like inconc

se me

lone shou

perfec

ed by graciou

ing too

last go

s may then

ef for what I

yance of heav

se me

I should

d jus

d, to Death's

borders of the

n they

d not unal

d, envy, cruel

axly sweetness

reature more tha

uch a

easure, sadnes

his do thou d

inking

scann'd from heaven

ght mea

the dim days

is eve

epest Hell, a

but quite est

t gnashing teeth

hidden lest i

ible, t

pangs of its i

in th

Face most wil

in vain

potions of

lost Love that

from

orders of that

pirits among

asure, sadden'

le erring most

ctual fervo

g still

ned Lov

r to all the

oss so

, when t

e clo

lush of the l

with tears i

, these ar

words, confir

nts, though fit

own prepense

ool'd the furth

knowledge to t

ve I speak wi

of that datel

urpliced Scho

ing, look in th

unto

prime care, th

ost uncl

rdid

y the most in

ld be anythi

oul, full of

pleas

arlot's, in w

ife that is an

, this fount

unheave

clo

a consecr

one in past al

ne hope

se me