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May he dream Treason, and believe, that he |
Meant to perform it, and confess, and die, |
And no record tell why: |
His sons, which none of his may be, |
Inherit nothing but his infamy: |
Or may he so long Parasites have fed, |
That he would fain be theirs, whom he hath bred, |
And at the last be circumcis'd for bread. |
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The venome of all stepdames, gamesters gall, |
What tyrants, and their subjects interwish, |
What Plants, Myne, Beasts; Fowl, Fish, |
Can contribute, all ill which all |
Prophets, or Poets spake; And all which shall |
Be annex'd in schedules unto this by me, |
Fall on that man; For if it be a she, |
Nature before-hand hath out-cursed me. |
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The Message. |
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Send home my long straid eyes to me, |
Which (oh) too long have dwelt on thee, |
But if they there have learn'd such ill, |
Such forc'd fashions, |
And false passions, |
That they be |
Made by thee |
Fit for no good sight, keep them still. |
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Send home my harmless heart again, |
Which no unworthy thought could stain, |
But if it be taught by thine |
To make jestings
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