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Comming and going we [f. 108v] |
Perchance might kiss, but not betwixt those meales, |
Our hands nere toucht the seales, |
Wch nature, injured by late law, setts free, |
Theis miracles we did, but now alas |
All measure and all languadge I should pass |
Should I tell, what a miracle she was. |
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The Dampe. |
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When I am dead, and doctors know not why, |
And my freinds Curiosity |
Will have me cutt vp, to survey each part. |
When they shall finde your picture in my hart, |
Yow thinke a sodaine dampe of loue |
Will through all their sences moue, |
And worke on them, as me, and soe preferre |
Your murder to the name of masacre.| |
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Poore victories; but if yo:w dare be brave |
And pleasure in yor conquest haue, |
First kill th'enormous Gyant, yor disdaine, |
And lett th'enchantress honor, next be slaine, |
And like a Goth and Vandall rise, |
Deface records, and histories. |
Of your owne arts, and tryumphes over men
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