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Michael Drayton

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I pray thee, leave, love me no more,   
  Call home the heart you gave me!   
I but in vain that saint adore   
  That can but will not save me.   
These poor half-kisses kill me quite— 
  Was ever man thus servèd?   
Amidst an ocean of delight   
  For pleasure to be starvèd?   
  
Show me no more those snowy