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Lett me thinke any Rivalls letter myne [f. 83]
And at next nine
Keepe midnightes promise; mistake by the way
The maid, and tell the lady of that delay.
Only lett me loue none, No, not the sport,
From Countrey grass, to Confiturs* of Courte,
Or Citties quelques Choses, lett report
My mind transport.|
This bargaine is good, if when I am old, I bee
Inflamd by thee.
If thine owne honor, or my shame, or paine
Thou, Covett, most at that age thou shalt gaine;
Doe thy will then, then subiect and degree
And fruites of loue, loue I submitt to thee,
Spare me till then, Ile beare it, though she be
One that loues me.|
The Canonization.
For Godsake hould your tongue, and lett me loue
Or Chide my palsy or my goute.
My five gray haires, or ruind fortune floute
Wth wealth your state, yor mind wth arts improue

[CW: Take]