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Remember me when I am gone away,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
If there be any one can take my place And make you happy whom I grieve to grieve,
Think not that I can grudge it, but believe
I do commend you to that nobler grace, That readier wit than mine, that sweeter face;
Yea, since your riches make me rich, conceive
I too am crowned, while bridal crowns I weave,
And thread the bridal dance with jocund
For if I did not love you, it might be That I should grudge you some one dear delight;
But since the heart is yours that was mine
Your pleasure is my pleasure, right my right,
Your honorable freedom makes me free,
If I could trust mine own self with your fate,
Shall I not rather trust it in God's hand?
Without whose will one lily doth not stand, Nor sparrow fall at his appointed date; Who numbereth the innumerable sand, Who weighs the wind and water with a weight,
To whom the world is neither small nor great, Whose knowledge foreknew every plan we planned.
Searching my heart for all that touches you,