Fast and loose.
DId not the heavenly Rhetoricke of thine eye,
Gainst whom the world could not hold argument,
Perswade my heart to this false perjurie:
Vowes for thee broke deserve not punishment,
Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent
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- Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent
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- Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
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A woman I forswore: but I will proue
Thou being a Goddesse, I forswore not thee:
My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love,
Thy grace being gaind, cures all disgrace in me.
My vow was breath, and breath a vapour is,
Then thou faire Sun, that on this earth doth shine,
Exhale this vapour vow, in thee it is:
If broken, th••n it is no fault of mine.
If by me broke what foole is not so wise
To breake an Oath, to win a Paradise?