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Yours Posted Mar 4, 2005 3:59 PM
If all the glitt'ring monarchs that command
The servile quarters of this earthly ball,
Should tender, in exchange, their shares of land,
I would not change my fortunes for them all:
Their wealth is but a counter to my coin:
The world's but theirs; but my beloved's mine.
My beloved is mine
Francis Quarles
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