Sonnet 1

Why dost thou say thy Heart is gone,
And no more mine, no more thine own?
But, past retrieve, for ever wed,
By sacred Vow, t' anothers Bed?

Why dost thou tell me that I lye
Bound in the same perplexed tye,
And that our now divided Souls
Are cold, and distant as the Poles?

Do'st thou not know, when first our Loves
Were plighted in the secret Groves,
Our hearts were chang'd with equal Flame,

Say, Chloris , then how can it be?
Could'st thou give me, or I give thee?
No, no, our selves are still the same.
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