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Section 537
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1Suf.
2If I depart from thee, I cannot liue,
3And in thy fight to dye, what were it else,
4But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap?
5Heere could I breath my soule into the ayre,
6As milde and gentle as the Cradle‑babe,
7Dying with mothers dugge betweene it's lips.
8Where from thy fight, I should be raging mad,