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As a meere man; doe you but try |
Your passive valour, and you shall finde than, |
Naked you 'have odds enough of any man. |
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The Dissolution. |
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Shee'is dead; And all which die |
To their first Elements resolve; |
And we were mutuall Elements to us, |
And made of one another. |
My body then doth hers involve, |
And those things whereof I consist, hereby |
In me abundant grow, and burdenous, |
And nourish not, but smother. |
My fire of Passion, sighes of ayre, |
Water of teares, and earthy sad despaire, |
Which my materialls be, |
But neere worne out by loves securitie, |
She, to my losse, doth by her death repaire, |
And I might live long wretched so |
But that my fire doth with my fuell grow. |
Now as those Active Kings |
Whose foraine conquest treasure brings, |
Receive more, and spend more, and soonest breake: |
This (which I am amaz'd that I can speake) |
This death, hath with my store |
My use encreas'd. |
And so my soule more earnestly releas'd, |
Will outstrip hers; As bullets flowen before |
A latter bullet may o'rtake, the powder being more.
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