To the sweet glances of thy honour’d love,
5 I rather would entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Than, living dully sluggardized at home,
Wear out thy youth [with] shapeless idleness.
But since thou lovest, love still, and thrive therein,
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Even as I would, when I to love begin.
Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu!
Think on thy Proteus, when thou haply seest