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Elegie IV. |
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Once, and but once found in thy company, |
All thy suppos'd escapes are laid on mee; |
And as a thiefe at barre, is question'd there |
By all the men, that have beene rob'd that yeare, |
So am I, (by this traiterous meanes surpriz'd) |
By thy Hydroptique father catechiz'd. |
Though hee hath oft sworne, that hee would remove |
Thy beauties beautie, and food of our love, |
Hope of his goods, if I with thee were seene, |
Yet close and secret, as our soules, we'have beene. |
Though thy immortall mother which doth lye |
Still buried in her bed, yet will not dye, |
Takes this advantage to sleepe out day-light, |
And watch thy entries, and returnes all night, |
And, when she takes thy hand, and would seeme kind, |
Doth search what rings, and armelets she can finde, |
And kissing notes the colour of thy face, |
And fearing least thou'art swolne, doth thee embrace; |
To trie if thou long, doth name strange meates. |
And notes thy palenesse, blushing, sighs, and sweats; |
And politiquely will to thee confesse |
The sinnes of her owne youths ranke lustinesse; |
Yet love these Sorceries did remove, and move |
Thee to gull thine owne mother for my love. |
Thy little brethren, which like Faiery Sprights |
Oft skipt into our chamber, those sweet nights, |
And kist, and ingled on thy fathers knee,
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[CW: Were] |