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| I had not taught thee then, the Alphabet |
| Of flowers, how they devisefully being set, |
| And bound up, might with speechless secrecy |
| Deliver errands mutely, and mutually. |
| Remember since, all thy words us'd to be |
| To every suitor, I, If my friends agree. |
| Since, houshold charms, thy husbands name to teach |
| Were all the love tricks, that thy wit could reach: |
| And since, an hours discourse could scarce have made |
| One answer in thee, and that ill arrayed |
| In broken proverbs, and torn sentences. |
| Thou art not by so many duties his, |
| (That from the worlds Common having sever'd thee, |
| Inlaid thee, neither to be seen, nor see) |
| As mine: who have with amorous delicacies |
| Refin'd thee into a bliss-ful Paradise. |
| Thy graces and good works my creatures be, |
| I planted knowledg and lifes tree in thee: |
| Which, Oh, shall strangers taste? Must I, alas, |
| Frame and enamel Plate, and drink in glass? |
| Chafe wax for others seales? break a colts force, |
| And leave him then being made a ready horse? |
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| Elegie. VIII. |
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| As the sweet sweat of Roses in a Still, |
| As that which from chaf'd Muskets pores doth trill, |
| As the Almighty Balm of th'early East, |
| Such are the sweat drops of my Mistris breast, |
| And on her neck her skin such lustre sets, |
| They seem no sweat drops, but pearl coronets. |
| Rank sweaty froth thy Mistresses brow defiles, |
| Like spermatique issue of ripe menstruous boyles.
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[CW: Or] |