Dear, if you wish my dying, In vain your wish redounds, in vain your prayer. For can he die that breathes not vital air? Then with those eyes that slew me, New life infusing, renew me; So shall we both obtain our wishèd pleasure, You my death joying, and I my life's sweet treasure.
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