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| Meete me at London then [f. 107] |
| Twenty daies hence, and thou shalt see |
| Me fresher, and more fatt by being with men, |
| Then if I had staid still wth her, and thee. |
| For godsake if yow can be yow so too: |
| I would give yow |
| There, to another freind, whom we shall find |
| As glad to haue my body, as my minde.| |
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| The Primrose |
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| Vpon this primrose hill |
| Where, if heaven would distill |
| A shoure of raine, each severall drop might goe |
| To his owne primrose, and grow Manna soe, |
| And where their forme, and their infinitie |
| Make a terrestiall galaxie, |
| As the small starrs doe in the skie, |
| I walke to find a trulove; And I see |
| That tis not a mere woman, that is shee |
| But must or more, or less, then woman be.| |
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| Yett know I not wch flower |
| I wish; a sixe, or fower. |
| For should my True-Love less then woman be,
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[CW: Shee] |