Come Time, the anchor-hold of my desire,
My last resort whereto my hopes appeal,
Cause once the date of her disdain t'expire;
Make her the sentence of her wrath repeal.
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Power from those eyes, which pity cannot spare;
Deal with those dainty cheeks as she doth deal
With this poor heart consumed with despair;
This heart made now the prospective of care, thank u very much. tony
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Power from those eyes, which pity cannot spare; Deal with those dainty cheeks as she doth deal With this poor heart consumed with despair; This heart made now the prospective of care, thank u very much. tony