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When she revolves his papers, marke what show |
Of favour, she, alone, to them doth make. |
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Marke, if to get them, she o'rskip the rest, |
Marke if she reade them twice, or kisse the name; |
Marke if she doe the same that they protest. |
Marke, if she marke whither her woman came. |
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Marke if sleight things be'objected, and o'rblowne, |
Marke if her oathes against him be not still |
Reserv'd, and that she grieve she's not her owne, |
And chides the doctrine that denies Freewill. |
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I bid thee not doe this to be my spie; |
Nor to make my selfe her familiar; |
But so much I doe love her choyce, that I |
Would faine love him that shall be lov'd of her. |
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To the Countesse of Bedford. |
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Honour is so sublime perfection, |
And so refin'd; that when God was alone |
And creaturelesse at first, himselfe had none; |
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But as of the elements, these which we tread, |
Produce all things with which we are joy'd or fed, |
And, those are barren both above our head:
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[CW: So] |