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Full Nakednes all Ioyes are due to thee. [f. 24] |
As Soules vnbodied, bodies vncloat'hd must bee |
To tast whole Ioyes. Gemmes, wch yow Weomen vse |
Are as Atlantaes Balles cast in Mens veiwes |
That where a fooles Eye lighteth on a Gemme |
His earthlie Soule maie Covett theires, not them. |
Like Pictures, or like Bookes gaie Coueringes, made |
For laye-Men are all weomen thus arrayde. |
Themselues are mistique Bookes, wch onelie wee |
Whome their imputed Grace will dignifie |
Must bee revealed. Then since I maie knowe, |
As liberallie as to a Midwife showe |
Thy self: Cast all, yea this white linnen hence |
There is noe pennance, much lesse Innocence |
To teach thee I am naked first: Why than |
What needs* thou haue more couering then a Man? |
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Elegie .3d. |
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Fond Woaman, which wouldst haue thy Husband die, |
And yet complainst of his great Iealosie. |
If swolne with Poyson, hee lay in his last Bedd |
His bodie with a seare-Cloth covered |
Drawing his breath, as thick, and short as can |
The nimbelest-crotcheting-Musitian |
Readie with loathsome Vomiting to spew
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[CW: His] |