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

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Woman's Constancy

by John Donne

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Drawing the boundary…

Fayre eyes

by Edmund Spenser

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Woman's Constancy

by John Donne

Now thou hast lov'd me one whole day,
Tomorrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say?
Wilt thou then Antedate some new made vow?
              Or say that now
We are not just those persons, which we were?
Or, that oathes made in reverentiall feare
Of Love, and his wrath, any may forsweare?
Or, as true deaths, true maryages untie,
So lovers contracts, images of those,
Binde but till sleep, deaths image, them unloose?
              Or, your owne end to Justifie,
For having purpos'd change, and falsehood; you
Can have no way but falsehood to be true?
Vaine lunatique, against these scapes I could
              Dispute, and conquer, if I would,
              Which I abstaine to doe,
For by tomorrow, I may thinke so too.

Fayre eyes

by Edmund Spenser

Fayre eyes, the myrrour of my mazed hart, 
what wondrous vertue is contaynd in you, 
the which both lyfe and death forth from you dart 
into the obiect of your mighty view?
For when ye mildly looke with louely hew,
then is my soule with life and loue inspired 
but when ye lowre, or looke on me askew, 
then doe I die, as one with lightning fyred.
But since that lyfe is more then death desyred,
looke euer louely, as becomes you best, 
that your bright beams of my weak eies admyred, 
may kindle liuing fire within my brest.
Such life should be the honor of your light,
such death the sad ensample of your might.

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