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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.
The Dampe.
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.|
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

[CW: And]