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| Or do they reach his judging mind, that he |
| Should now love less, what he did love to see? |
| That which in him was fair and delicate, |
| Was but the milk which in loves childish state |
| Did nurse it: who now is grown strong enough |
| To feed on that which to weak tasts seems tough. |
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| Elegie. VI. |
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| Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve, |
| Whom honors smoaks at once flatter & sterve: |
| Poorly enrich't with great mens words or looks: |
| Nor so write my name in thy loving books: |
| As those Idolatrous flatterers, which still |
| Their Princes stiles, which many names fulfil |
| Whence they no tribute have, and bear no sway. |
| Such services I offer as shall pay |
| Themselves, I hate dead names: Oh then let me |
| Favorite in Ordinary, or no favorite be. |
| When my soul was in her own body sheath'd; |
| Nor yet by oaths betroth'd, nor kisses breath'd |
| Into my Purgatory, faithless thee, |
| Thy heart seem'd wax, and steel thy constancy: |
| So careless flowers strow'd on the waters face, |
| The curled whirlpools suck, smack, and embrace, |
| Yet drown them; so the tapers beamy eye |
| Amorously twinkling, beckons the giddy flie, |
| Yet burnes his wings; and such the Devil is, |
| Scarce visiting them who are intirely his. |
| When I behold a stream, which, from the spring, |
| Doth with doubtful melodious murmuring, |
| Or in a speechless slumber calmly ride |
| Her wedded channels bosome, and there chide,
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