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0.019 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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What God is like to him I serve

by Anne Bradstreet

0.0916 − 0.7217i

Drawing the boundary…

I Shall Not Die For Thee

by Douglas Hyde

0.1096 − 0.7274i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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What God is like to him I serve

by Anne Bradstreet

What God is like to him I serve,
What Saviour like to mine?
O, never let me from thee swerve,
For truly I am thine.

My thankfull mouth shall speak thy praise, 
My Tongue shall talk of Thee:
On High my heart, O, doe thou raise,
For what thou'st done for me.

Goe, Worldlings, to your Vanities,
And heathen to your Gods;
Let them help in Adversities,
And sanctefye their rods.

My God he is not like to yours,
Your selves shall Judges bee;
I find his Love, I know his Pow'r,
A Succourer of mee.

He is not man that he should lye,
Nor son of man to unsay;
His word he plighted hath on high,
And I shall live for aye.

And for his sake that faithfull is,
That dy'd but now doth live,
The first and last, that lives for aye,
Me lasting life shall give.

I Shall Not Die For Thee

by Douglas Hyde

For thee, I shall not die,
Woman of high fame and name;
Foolish men thou mayest slay
I and they are not the same.

Why should I expire
For the fire of an eye,
Slender waist or swan-like limb,
Is't for them that I should die?

The round breasts, the fresh skin,
Cheeks crimson, hair so long and rich;
Indeed, indeed, I shall not die,
Please God, not I, for any such.

The golden hair, the forehead thin,
The chaste mien, the gracious ease,
The rounded heel, the languid tone,—
Fools alone find death from these.

Thy sharp wit, thy perfect calm,
Thy thin palm like foam o' the sea;
Thy white neck, thy blue eye,
I shall not die for thee.

Woman, graceful as the swan,
A wise man did nurture me.
Little palm, white neck, bright eye,
I shall not die for ye.

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