If thou art fair, deal, lady, fair, And let the scales be even; Forbid the poising beam to rear, And pull thee down from heaven. ... Read full text
And when on thee for pay I call, Which is but four for seven, Keep nothing back, but pay it all, It is not hid from heaven. SUperb poem.
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And when on thee for pay I call, Which is but four for seven, Keep nothing back, but pay it all, It is not hid from heaven. SUperb poem.