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Aust.
Vpon thy cheeke lay I this zelous kisse,
As seale to this indenture of my loue:
That to my home I willno more returne
Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France,
Together with that pale, that white‑fac'd shore,
Whose foot spurnes backe the Oceans roaring tides,
And coopes from other lands her Ilanders,
Euen till that England hedg'd in with the maine,
That Water‑walled Bulwarke, still secure
And confident from forreine purposes,
Euen till that vtmost corner of the West
Salute thee for her King, till then faire boy
Will I not thinke of home, but follow Armes.