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How might I do to get a grafT

Of this unspotted tree ? For all the rest are plain but chaff,

Which seem good corn to be.

This gift alone I shall her give;

When death doth what he can, Her honest fame shall ever live

Within the mouth of man.

? by John Hey wood

��To Her Sea-faring Lover

HALL I thus ever long, and be no whit the neare ? And shall I still complain to thee, the which me will not hear ?

Alas ! say nay ! say nay ! and be no more so dumb, But open thou thy manly mouth and say that thou wilt

come :

Whereby my heart may think, although I see not thee, That thou wilt come thy word so sware if thou a live

man be.

The roaring hugy waves they threaten my poor ghost, And toss thee up and down the seas in danger to be lost. Shall they not make me fear that they have swallowed

thee? But as thou art most sure alive, so wilt thou come to me.

Whereby I shall go see thy ship ride on the strand, And think and say Lo 'where he comes and Sure here ivill he land :

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