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If thou, to bee so seene, beest loath, |
By Sunne, or Moone, thou darknest both, |
And if my selfe have leave to see, |
I need not their light, having thee. |
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Let others freez with angling reeds, |
And cut their legs, with shels and weeds, |
Or treacherously poore fish beset |
With strangling snare, or windowie net: |
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Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nest |
The bedded fish in banks out-wrest, |
Or curious traitors, sleavesilke flies |
Bewitch poore fishes wandring eyes. |
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For thee, thou needst no such deceit, |
For thou thy selfe art thine owne baite, |
That fish, that is not catch'd thereby, |
Alas, is wiser farre than I. |
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The Apparition. |
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When by thy scorne, O murdresse, I am dead, |
And that thou think'st thee free |
From all solicitation from me, |
Then shall my ghost come to thy bed, |
And thee fain'd vestall in worse armes shall see; |
Then thy sicke taper will begin to winke, |
And he, whose thou art then, being tyr'd before, |
Will, if thou stirre, or pinch to wake him, thinke
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[CW: Thou] |