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| There engins far off, breede a iust true feare [123] |
| Neere thrusts, pikes, staues, yea bullets hurt not heere |
| There Lyes ar wrongs, heere safe vprightly lye |
| There men kill men wee'le make one by and by |
| Thou nothing, I not halfe so much shall doe |
| In these warres, as they may w.ch from vs two |
| Shall spring. Thousands wee see wch trauell not |
| Vnto the warrs but stay swords, armes and shott |
| To make at home. And shall not I doe then |
| More glorious seruice. staying to make men? |
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| Elegie .7. |
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| Come Madame come, all rest my powers defye |
| Vntill I labour I in labour lye |
| The foe oft times hauing his foe in sight |
| Is tyr'd with standing though they never fight |
| Off with that girdle like heauens Zone glistering |
| But a far fayrer world encompassing |
| Vnpinne that spangled breastplate w.ch you weare |
| That th'eyes of busy fooles may bee stoppd there |
| Vnlace your selfe, for that harmonious chime |
| Tells mee from you that now is yor bedd time |
| Off with that happy buske w.ch I envy |
| That still can bee and still can bee so nigh |
| Yor gowne going of such beauteous state reveales |
| As when from flowery meads th'hills shaddow steales
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