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The Flea |
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Marke but this Flea, and marke in this [272] |
How little that w.ch thou deny'st mee is |
It suckt mee first, and now sucks thee |
And in this flea our two blouds mingled bee. |
Confesse it this cannot bee sed |
A Sinne or shame, or losse of Maydenhead |
Yet this enioyes before it wooe |
And pamperd swells with one bloud made of two |
And this, alas, is more then wee would doe |
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Oh stay, three liues in one Flea spare |
Where wee almost, nay more then, marryed are |
This Flea is you and I, and this |
Our Marriage bedd and Marriage temple is |
Though Parents grudge, and you; yet wee are mett |
And cloysterd in these living walls of Ieate |
Though vse make thee apt to kill mee |
Let not; to this, selfe-murder added bee |
And Sacriledge, 3 Sinns in killing three. |
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Cruell and suddayn hast thou since |
Purpled thy Nayle in bloud of innocence? |
In what could this Flea guilty bee |
Except in that dropp which it suckd from thee? |
Yet thou triumphst, and sayst that thou |
ffindst not thy selfe nor mee the weaker now |
Tis true; Then learne how false feares bee |
Iust so much honor, when thou yeeldst to mee, |
Will wast, as this fleas death tooke life from thee
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[CW: Stand still] |