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I have no arts nor powers thy soul to move, 
But doting constancy and boundless love 5 
This is my all-—had I the world to give, 
Thine were its throne: now bid me die or live. 
G. CRABBE. 

I saw you every day, and all the day; 
And every day was still but as the first, 
So eager was I still to see you more. 
DRYDEN. 

O, wuy delay the happy time? 
The hours glide swiftly by, 
And oft we see a sombre cloud 
Obscure the fairest sky. 
Then while the morn is rosy bright, 
Accept my earnest vow ; 
And O, believe me, dearest maid, 
Love’s time, love’s time, is now. 
P. BENJAMIN. 

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