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| Oh tis imposture all. [f. 99] |
| And as noe Chimique, yett, thElixar gott |
| But glorifies his pregnant pott, |
| If by the way to him befall |
| Some odorifirous thinge or medcinall. |
| So lovers dreame a rich and longe delight |
| But gett a winter-seeming sommers night. |
| Our ease our thrift, our honour and our day |
| Shall we for this vaine bubbles shaddow pay? |
| Ends love in this; that my man |
| Can be as happy as I can: if he can |
| Endure the short scorne of a bridegroomes play? |
| That loving wretch that sweares |
| Tis not the bodies marry, but the mindes, |
| Wch he in her Angelike findes, |
| Would sweare as justly that he heares |
| In that daies rude hoarse Minstrallsey the spheares. |
| Hope not for minde in woman; At their best |
| Sweetnes, and witt, they are but mummie possest. |
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| The Flea |
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| Marke but this flea, and marke in this |
| How little, that wch thou deniest me, is, |
| It suckt me first, and now sucks thee,
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