If thou must love me, let it be
For escape's sake only. Say
"I love her for her thighs her looks her way
Of speaking softly, for an empty thought
Exactly like mine, and certes brought
A sense of ease on such a day"
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or will change for thee, and love, so wrought,
Must be regularly wrought so. Either love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheek dry,
A creature must weep to bear
Thy comfort long, and keep thy love thereby!
Yes, love me for lust's sake, that evermore
I may'st work on, gaining love's eternity.
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