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| Base excrement of earth, which dost confound |
| Sense, from distinguishing the sick from sound; |
| By thee the seely Amorous sucks his death |
| By drawing in a leprous harlots breath, |
| By thee, the greatest staine to mans estate |
| Fals on us, to be call'd effeminate; |
| Though you be much lov'd in the Princes hall, |
| There, things that seeme, exceed substantiall. |
| Gods, when yee fum'd on altars, were pleas'd well, |
| Because you'were burnt, not that they lik'd your smel; |
| You'are loathsome all, being taken simply alone, |
| Shall we love ill things joyn'd, and hate each one? |
| If you were good, your good doth soone decay; |
| And you are rare, that, takes the good away. |
| All my perfumes, I give most willingly |
| To'enbalme thy fathers corse; What? will hee die? |
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| Eleg. V. |
| His Picture. |
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| Here take my Picture; though I bid farewell; |
| Thine, in my heart, where my soule dwels, shall dwel, |
| 'Tis like me now, but I dead, 'twill bee more |
| When we are shadowes both, than 'twas before. |
| When weather-beaten I come backe; my hand, |
| Perhaps with rude oares torne, or Sun beams tann'd, |
| My face and brest of hairecloth, and my head |
| With cares harsh sodaine horinesse o'rspread,
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