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| Which oh! shall Strangers tast? Must I alas [f. 33v] |
| Frame, and enamell Plate, and drinke in Glasse? |
| Chafe Waxe for others Seales? Breake a Colts force |
| And leave him then, being made a readie Horse? |
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| Elegie. On Loues Progresse| |
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| Who euer loues, if hee doe not propose |
| The right true end of loue; Hee's one wch goes |
| To Sea for nothing, but to make him sicke |
| And loue is a Beare whelpe borne, If wee ouer lick't, |
| Our loue, and force it new strange Shapes to take |
| Wee erre, and of a lumpe, a Monster make. |
| Were not a Calfe a Monster, that were growen |
| Fac'd like a Man, thoughe better then his owne? |
| Perfection is in Vnitie; Preferre |
| One woaman first, and then one thing in her. |
| I, when I valew Gold maie think vpon |
| The ducktilnes, the Application |
| The wholesomenes, the Ingenuitie |
| From rust, from soyle, from fire eur free |
| But if I love it, t'is because tis made
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