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To my Dear and Loving Husband

To my Dear and Loving Husband

If ever two were one, then surely we.

If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.

If ever wife was happy in a man,

Compare with me, ye women, if you can.

I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold

Or all the riches that the East doth hold.

My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,

Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.

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A Letter to Her Husband, Absent upon Public Employment

A Letter to Her Husband, Absent upon Public Employment

My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay, more,

My joy, my magazine of earthly store, storehouse

If two be one, as surely thou and I,

How stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lie?

So many steps, head from the heart to sever,

If but a neck, soon should we be together.

I like the Earth this season, mourn in black,

My Sun is gone so far in's zodiac,

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