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Fulfillment
William Cavendish (1520-1676)
There is no
happier life
But in a
wife;
The comforts
are so sweet
When two
do meet.
'Tis plenty,
peace, a calm
Like dropping
balm;
Love's weather
is so fair,
Like perfumed
air.
Each word
such pleasure brings
Like soft-touched
stirrings;
Love's passion
moves the heart
On either
part;
Such harmony
together,
So pleased
in either.
No discords;
concords still;
Sealed with
one will.
By love,
God made man one,
Yet not alone.
Like stamps
of king and queen
It may be
seen:
Two figures
on one coin,
So do they
join,
Only they
not embrace.
We, face
to face.
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