Since to such high hope thou’st encouraged me,
That if thou look but from me I despond;
Since thou’rt my all in all, O think of this:
Think of the dedication of my youth:
Think of my loyalty, my joy, my bliss:
Think of my sorrow, my despair and ruth,
My sheer annihilation if I miss:
Think—if thou shouldst be false—think of thy truth.
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These meagre rhymes, which a returning mood