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His Parting From Mrs. Dorothy Kennedy
When I did go from thee I felt that smart
Which bodies do when souls from them depart.
Thou did’st not mind it; though thou then might’st see
Me turn’d to tears; yet did’st not weep for me.
’Tis true, I kiss’d thee; but I could not hear
Thee spend a sigh t’accompany my tear.
Methought ’twas strange that thou so hard should’st prove,
Whose heart, whose hand, whose every part spake love.
Prithee, lest maids should censure thee, but say
Thou shed’st one tear, whenas I went away;
And that will please me somewhat: though I know,
And Love will swear’t, my dearest did not so.
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