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Sweetest love I do not go For weariness of thee Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me But since that I must die at last This best to use myself in guest Thus by faint deaths to die Yester'night the sun went hence And yet is here today He has no desire nor sense Nor half so short a way And fear not me but believe that I Shall make speedier journeys since I take More wings and spurs than he Oh, how feeble is man's power That if good fortune falls Cannot add another hour Nor a lost hour recall But come bad chance and we join to it Our strength and we teach it art, art and lenght Itself over us to advance When you sigh you sigh not wind But sigh my soul away When you weep unkindly kind My life's blood does decay It cannot be that you, that you love me as you say If in your life mine you waste You are the best of me