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Turne all thy thoughts to eyes
Turne all thy thoughts to eyes,
Turn al thy haires to eares,
Change all thy friends to spies,
And all thy ioyes to feares:
True Loue will yet be free,
In spite of Iealousie.
Turne darknesse into day,
Coniectures into truth,
Beleeue what th' enuious say,
Let age interpret youth:
True Loue will yet be free,
In spite of Iealousie.
Wrest euery word and looke,
Racke eu'ry hidden thought,
Or fish with golden hooke;
True loue cannot be caught.
For that will still be free,
In spite of Iealousie.
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