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10602	Spenser, Edmund	The Poetical Works of Edmund Spenser, Volume 5			.txt	text/plain	81191	9764	95	Dost live, by thee thy lord shall never die. Sith time doth greatest things to ruine bring? So unto heaven let your high minde aspire, 685 And thy gay sonne, that winged God of Love, That mindes of men borne heavenlie doth debace. Praiseth the thing that doth thy sorrow breed. To frame this world, that doth endure so long? For if that Time doo let thy glorie live, Of loves owne hand, to worke thy miserie! For loe, my Love doth in her selfe containe Not water; for her love doth burne like fyre: So let us rest, sweet Love, in hope of this, Love, that long since hast to thy mighty powre Doe thou vouchsafe with thy love-kindling light From this base world unto thy heavens hight, Unto the God of Love, high heavens king. All other loves, with which the world doth blind	./cache/10602.txt	./txt/10602.txt