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The Expostulation. Elegie |
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To make the doubt cleere that no womans true [144] |
Was it my fate to find it strong in you? |
Thought I but one had breathed purest ayre? |
And must shee needs bee false because shee's fayre? |
Is it yor beautyes marke, or of yor youth? |
Or yor perfection, not to study truth? |
Or thinke you heauen is deafe and hath no eyes |
Or those it* hath smile at yor periuries? |
Are vowes so cheape with woemen? or the matter |
Whereof th'are made that they ar writt in water? |
And blowne away with wind? Or doth theyr breath |
(Both hot and cold) at once make life and death? |
Who could haue thought so many accents sweete |
fformd into words, so many sighs should meete |
As from our hearts, so many oaths and teares |
Sprinkled among (all sweetned by our feares) |
And the diuine impression of stolne kisses |
That seald the rest, should now proue empty blisses? |
Did you draw bonds to forfeit, signe to breake? |
Or must wee reade you quite from what you speake? |
And find the truth out the wrong way? or must |
Hee first desire you false would wishe you iust? |
Ô I profane. though most of woemen bee |
This kind of beast my thoughts shall except thee |
(My dearest Loue) though froward Iealousy |
With circumstance might vrge thy inconstancy |
Sooner Ile thinke the Sunne will cease to cheere |
The teeming Earth, and that forget to beare
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[CW: Sooner___] |