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Section 899
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1From this world‑wearied flesh: Eyes looke your last:
2Armes take your last embrace: And lips, O you
3The doores of breath, seale with a righteous kisse
4A datelesse bargaine to ingrossing death:
5Come bitter conduct, come vnsauory guide,
6Thou desperate Pilot, now at once run on
7The dashing Rocks, thy Sea‑sicke wearie Barke:
8Heere's to my Loue. O true Appothecary: