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I vvish my tongue as smooth as oil, to make my vvords as soft as Air, that they may spread about your heart, there intermixd with your affection.
Words cannot win my love, no more than wealth, nor is my heart subject to those infections.
I will build thee Palaces of burnish'd gold, where thou shalt be worshipd whilest thou livest, and when thou diest, I will erect a Mo∣nument more famous than Mausolus's was.
My Virtue shall build me a Monument far richer, and more lasting; for the materials with which it shall be built, shall be try'd Chasti∣ty, as pure Gold, and Innocency, as Marble white, and Constancy, as undis∣solving Diamonds, and Modesty, as Rubies red, Love shall the Altar be, and Piety, as Incense sweet, ascend to Heaven, Truth, as the Oil, shall feed the Lamp of Memory, whereby the flame of Fame shall never goe out.
And is She gone? are Riches of no force? Then I wil bu∣ry my self within the bowels of the Earth, so deep, that men shall never reach me, nor Light shall find me out.