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So doth her face guard her; and so, for thee, |
Which forc'd by businesse, absent oft must be, |
She, whose face, like clouds, turnes the day to night, |
Who, mightier thā the sea, makes Moors seem white, |
Who, though seven years, she in the Stewes had laid, |
A Nunnery durst receive, and thinke a maid, |
And though in childbeds labour she did lie, |
Midwifes would sweare, 'twere but a tympanie, |
Whom, if she accuse her selfe, I credit lesse |
Than witches, which impossibles confesse. |
One like none, and lik'd of none, fittest were, |
For, things in fashion every man will weare. |
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Eleg. III. |
Change. |
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Although thy hand and faith, & good workes too, |
Have seal'd thy love which nothing should undoe, |
Yea though thou fall back, that, Apostasie |
Confirme thy love; yet much, much I feare thee. |
Women are like the Arts, forc'd unto none, |
Open to'all searchers, unpriz'd, if unknowne. |
If I have caught a bird, and let him flie, |
Another Fouler using these meanes, as I, |
May catch the same bird; and, as these things be, |
Women are made for men, not him nor mee. |
Foxes & goates; all beasts change when they please, |
Shall women, more hot, wily, wild than these,
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