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Eleg. VII. |
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Natures lay Ideot, I taught thee to love, |
And in that sophistry, Oh, thou dost prove |
Too subtle: Foole, thou didst not understand |
The mystique language of the eye nor hand: |
Nor couldst thou judge the difference of the ayre |
Of sighes, and say, this lies, this sounds despaire: |
Nor by the'eyes water know a maladie |
Desperately hot, or changing feverously. |
I had not taught thee then, the Alphabet |
Of flowers, how they devisefully being set |
And bound up, might with speechlesse secrecie |
Deliver errands mutely, and mutually. |
Remember since, all thy words us'd to be |
To every suitor; I, if my friends agree. |
Since, houshold charms, thy husbands name to teach, |
Were all the love trickes, that thy wit could reach; |
And since, an hours discourse could scarce have made |
One answer in thee, and that ill arraid |
In broken proverbs, and torne sentences. |
Thou art not by so many duties his, |
That from the worlds Common having sever'd thee, |
Inlaid thee, neither to be seene, nor see, |
As mine: who have with amorous delicacies |
Refin'd thee into a blis-full Paradise. |
Thy graces and good words my creatures be, |
I planted knowledge and lifes tree in thee:
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