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I will renounce thy dalliance: and when I |
Am the Recusant, in that resolute state, |
What hurts it mee to be'excommunicate? |
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Elegie VIII. |
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Natures lay Ideot, I taught thee to love, |
And in that sophistrie, Oh, thou dost prove |
Too subtile: Foole, thou didst not understand |
The mystique language of the eye nor hand: |
Nor couldst thou judge the difference of the aire |
Of sighes, and say, this lies, this sounds despaire. |
Nor by the'eyes water call a maladie |
Desperately hot, or changing feaverously. |
I had not taught thee then, the Alphabet |
Of flowers, how they devisefully being set |
And bound up, might with speechlesse secrecie |
Deliver arrands mutely, and mutually. |
Remember since all thy words us'd to bee |
To every suitor; I, if my friends agree. |
Since, houshold charmes, thy husbands name to teach, |
Were all the love trickes, that thy wit could reach; |
And since, an houres discourse could scarce have made |
One answer in thee, and that ill arraid |
In broken proverbs, and torne sentences. |
Thou art not by so many duties his, |
That from the worlds Common having sever'd thee,
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[CW: Inlaid] |