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| Their Prince, or coyne his gold, themselves exile |
| Into another countrie,'and doe it there, |
| Wee play'in another house, what should we feare? |
| There we will scorne his houshold policies, |
| His seely plots, and pensionary spies, |
| As the inhabitants of Thames right side |
| Do Londons Major, or Germans, the Popes pride. |
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| Elegie II. |
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| Marry, and love thy Flavia, for, shee |
| Hath all things, whereby others beautious bee, |
| For, though her eyes be small, her mouth is great, |
| Though they be Ivory, yet her teeth be jeat, |
| Though they be dimme, yet she is light enough, |
| And though her harsh haire fall, her skinne is rough; |
| What though her cheeks be yellow, her haire's red, |
| Give her thine, and she hath a maydenhead. |
| These things are beauties elements, where these |
| Meet in one, that one must, as perfect, please. |
| If red and white and each good quality |
| Be in thy wench, ne'r aske where it doth lye. |
| In buying things perfum'd, we aske; if there |
| Be muske and amber in it, but not where. |
| Though all her parts be not in th'usuall place, |
| She'hath yet an Anagram of a good face. |
| If we might put the letters but one way,
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