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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.| |
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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.| |
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The Canonization. |
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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
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