• “My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares,
    And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest,
    Where can we finde two better hemispheares
    Without sharpe North, without declining West?
    What ever dyes, was not mixt equally;
    If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
    Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die.”

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