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| Marke if slight things bee obiected, and oreblowne [240] |
| Marke if her oaths agaynst him bee not still |
| Reseru'd, and that shee greeues shees not her owne |
| And chides the Doctrine that denyes free will |
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| I bidd thee not doe this to bee my spye |
| Nor to make my selfe her familier |
| But so much doe I loue her choyce, that I |
| Would fayne loue him that shall be lou'd of her |
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| To E. of D. wth. 6 Holy Sonnets |
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| See S.r how as the Sunns hot masculine flame |
| Begets strange creatures on Niles durty slime |
| In mee yor fatherly yet lusty rime |
| (ffor these songs are theyr fruits) haue wrought the same. |
| But though th'ingendring force from whence they came |
| Bee strong enough, and nature doe admit |
| Seven to bee borne at once, I send as yet |
| But six, They say the seventh hath still some maime. |
| I choose yor Iudgemt, wch the same degree |
| Doth with her Sister, yor Invention, hold |
| As fire these drossy rimes to purify |
| Or as Elixar to change them to gold. |
| You are that Alchimist wch always had |
| Witt, whose one sparke could make good things of badd |
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| To the Countesse of Bedford |
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| Begun in ffrance but never p̄fected |
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| Though I bee dead and buryed: yet I haue |
| (Liuing in you) Court enough in my graue |
| As oft as there I thinke my selfe to bee |
| So many resurrections waken mee
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