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The Feuer.
Oh doe not dye, for I shall hate [271]
All woemen so, when thou art gon
That thee I shall not celebrate
When I remember thou wast one
But yet, thou canst not dye I knowe
To leaue the world behind is death
But when thou from this world wilt goe
The whole world vapours with thy breath
Or if, when thou, the worlds soule, go'st
It stay, tis but they Carcasse then
The fayrest woman but thy Ghost
But corrupt wormes the worthy'st men
O wrangling Schools that search what fire
Shall burne this world, Had none the witt
Vnto this knowledge to aspire
That this her feuer might bee it?
And yet shee cannot wast by this
Nor longe beare this tormenting wrong
ffor more Corruption needfull is
To fewell such a feuer long
These burning fits but Meteors bee
Whose matter in thee soone is spent
Thy beauty, and all parts wch are in thee
Are vnchangeable firmament
Yet, t'was of my mind Seizing thee
Though it in thee cannot perseuer
ffor I had rather owner bee
of thee one hower then all else ever

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