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| When Wee are Shaddowes both, then t'was before. [f. 28v] |
| When weather-beaten I come backe, My hand |
| Perhaps with rude Oares torne, or Sun-beames tan'd,, |
| My face, and Brest of haire cloth, and my head |
| With Cares rashe- suddaine- stormes orespredd. |
| My Bodie a Sacke of Bones, broken within. |
| And Powders blew staines scattered on my skynne. |
| If riuall Fooles taxe thee, to haue lov'd a Man |
| Soe fowle, soe course, as oh! I maie seeme then,. |
| This shall saye what I was: And thou shalt saye, |
| Doe his hurtes reach Mee? Doth my worth decaye? |
| Or doe they reach his iudging mind, that Hee |
| Shall* like, and loue lesse, what hee did loue to see? |
| That wch in him was faire, and delicate |
| Was but the Milke, wth in loues Childish state, |
| Did nourse yt, who now is growne strong enoughe |
| To feede on that, wch (to disus'd tastes) seemes toughe| |
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| Elegie .8. |
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| Sorrowe who to this House scarse knew the waye, |
| Is oh! Heire of it, Our All is his Praye. |
| This strang chance, claymes strang wonder, & to vs |
| Nothing can bee soe strang, as to weepe thus.
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