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| Maie the next thing, thou stoop'st to reach contayne [f. 23] |
| Poison, whose nimble fume rotte thy moist brayne. |
| Or libelles, or some interdicted thing |
| Wch negligentlie kept, thy ruine bring. |
| Lust-bredd Disseases rotte thee, and dwell wth thee, |
| Itchie desire, and noe abilitie. |
| Maie all the hurt, wch euer Gold hath wrought |
| All mischeifes, wch all Deuilles euer thought; |
| Want after Plentie, poore and gowtie Age |
| The plagues of Trauailers, Loue, and Mariage |
| Afflict Thee, and at thy lifes latest moment |
| Maie thy swolne Sinnes themselves to thee present. |
| But I forgive: Repent then honest Man |
| Gold is restoratiue, Restore it then |
| Or if with it thou bee'st, loath to depart |
| Because tis cordiall would t'were at thy hart.| |
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| Elegie 2d.| |
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| Come Madam, come, all rest my Powres defie; |
| Vntill I labour, I in labour lie. |
| The foe oft times, hauing the foe in sight |
| Is tyr'd wth standing thoughe they neuer fight. |
| Of with that Girdle, like heauens Zone glistering, |
| But a farre fairer world encompassing. |
| Vnpinn that Spangled Breast-plate, wch yow weare,
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