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| And though in Childbeds* labour shee did lye [131] |
| Midwiues would sweare t'were but a Tympany. |
| Whome, if shee accuse her selfe I credit lesse |
| Then witches w.ch Impossibles confesse. |
| Whome Dildos, bedstaues, or a Veluet glasse |
| Would bee as lothe to touch as Ioseph was |
| One like none and likd of none fittest were |
| ffor things in fashion every man will weare.| |
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| Elegie .12. On the Lady Herbert |
| afterwards Danuers. |
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| No Spring nor Sum̄ers beauty hath such grace |
| As I haue seene in an Autumnall face. |
| Young beautyes force yor Love, and that's a rape |
| This doth but counsell, yet you cannot scape |
| If t'were a shame to loue, heere t'were no shame. |
| Affections heere take reverences name |
| Were her first yeares the golden Age, that's true |
| But now shee's Gold oft tryd, and ever new. |
| That was her torrid and enflaming time |
| This is her habitable Tropique clyme. |
| ffayre Eyes, who askes more heate then comes from hence |
| Hee in a feauer wishes pestilence. |
| Call not these wrinkles graues, if graues, they were |
| They were loues graues, or else hee is no where.
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