Hypocorism
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Since misers never love save Jealousy
Begets her enviable world, is hate
Made fickle in love's cosmopolity.
Love, therefore love me not; or if abate
Must every love, then not self-geminate
Let Time's poor miser's portrait-passion be,
To reign an image in so tedious state,
The despotism of a sovereign's fee.
And if with suddenness and silent art
Has Time found artery into that fane
And palace whence it pilfers from my heart
Your visage, sweet my love, here must remain
A frame from you so miser-like apart,
Time soon is like to envy love again.
Begets her enviable world, is hate
Made fickle in love's cosmopolity.
Love, therefore love me not; or if abate
Must every love, then not self-geminate
Let Time's poor miser's portrait-passion be,
To reign an image in so tedious state,
The despotism of a sovereign's fee.
And if with suddenness and silent art
Has Time found artery into that fane
And palace whence it pilfers from my heart
Your visage, sweet my love, here must remain
A frame from you so miser-like apart,
Time soon is like to envy love again.