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Yet as a firme house, though the Carpenter [215] |
Perish, doth stand; As an Embassader |
Is safe, how e're the king bee in daunger |
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So though I languish prest with melancholy |
My verse the strict mapp of my misery |
Shall liue to see that for whose want I dye |
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Therefore I enuy them, and doe repent |
That from vnhappy mee things happy are sent |
Yet, as a picture or bare sacrament |
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Accept these lines, and if in them there bee |
Merit of Loue, bestow that Loue on mee. |
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To Mr T. W. |
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Hast thee harsh verse, as fast as thy lame measure |
Will giue thee leaue, to him my payne and pleasure |
I haue giuen thee (and yet thou art too weake) |
ffeete, and a reasoning Soule and Tongue to speake |
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Tell him, all questions w.ch men haue defended |
Both of the place and paynes of Hell ar ended, |
And tis decreed our Hell is but priuation |
Of him, at least in this Earths habitation, |
And tis where I am, where in every streete |
Infections follow, overtake, and meete |
Liue I or dye, by you my loue is sent |
You ar my pawnes or else my Testament
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