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| When Belgiaes Cityes, ye round Cuntryes drowne [f. 20] |
| That durty foulnes guards, & armes ye towne, |
| So doth her face guard her. And so for thee |
| Wch forc'd by busines absent ofte must bee |
| She whose face like clowds turns ye day to night |
| Who mightier then the Sea makes Moores seeme whight, |
| Who though seauen yeares She in ye Stews had layd |
| A Nunnery durst receive, & thinke a Mayd, |
| And though in Childbirths Labor She did ly |
| Midwifes would sweare, t'weare but a timpany, |
| Whom, yf Sh'accuse her selfe, I credit lesse |
| Then Witches wch impossibles confesse, |
| Whom dildoes, bedstaves, & her velvett glas |
| Would be as loth to touch as Ioseph was: |
| One like none & likd of none fittest weare |
| for things in fashion euery man will weare.| |
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| Eleg: 11.a| |
| By or first strange & fatal interview |
| By all desyres wch therof did insue: |
| By or long sterving hopes, by yt remorce |
| Wch my words masculine persuasive force |
| Begott in thee, & by the memoree |
| Of hurts wch Spyes & Riualls threatned mee |
| I calmely begg: But by thy Parents Wrath |
| By all paynes wch want & **diuorcemt hath |
| I coniure thee: And all those othes wch I |
| And thou haue sworne to seale ioynt constancy |
| Here I vnsweare, and oversweare them thus |
| Thou shallt not Love by meanes so dangerous. |
| Temper O fayre Love, Loves impetuous rage |
| Be my trew Mistres still, not my faignd Page. |
| I'le go: and by thy kind leaue leaue behind |
| Thee only worthy to nurce in my mind |
| Thirst to come back: Oh yf thou dy before |
| frō other Lands my Soule towards thee shall sore: |
| Thy els all mighty bewty cannot move |
| Rage frō the Seas; nor thy Love teache thē love. |