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God grant that we may not him grieve,
ye’ll get no more of me.
I’ll Never Love thee More.
My dear and only love, I pray,
that little world of thee,
be govern’d by no other sway,
but purest monarchy,
or if confusion have a part,
which virtous fouls abhor,
I'll call a synod in my heart,
and never love thee more.
As Alexander I will reign,
and I will reign alone,
My thoughts did evermore disdain,
a rival on my throne.
He either fears his fate too much,
or his deserts are small,
Who dares not put it to the touch,
to gain or lose it all,
But I will reign, and govern still.
and always give the law,
And have each subject at my will,
and all to stand in aw:
But ’gainst my batt’ries if I find
thou storm or vex me lore.
As if thou let me as a blind.
I’ll never love thee more.
And in the empire of thy heart,
where I should solely be,
