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| Good wee must loue, and must hate ill [300] |
| ffor ill is ill, and good good still |
| But there are things indifferent |
| Wch. wee may neyther hate nor loue |
| But one, and then another, proue |
| As wee shall find our fancy bent |
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| If then at first wise Nature had |
| Made woman eyther good or badd |
| Then some wee might hate, and some choose. |
| But since shee did them so create |
| That wee may neyther loue nor hate |
| Onely this rests, All all may vse. |
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| If they were good, it would bee seene |
| Good is as visible as greene |
| And to all eyes it selfe betrayes |
| If they were badd they could not last |
| Badd doth it selfe and others wast. |
| So they deserue, nor blame, nor prayse |
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| But they are ours as fruits are ours |
| Hee that but tasts, hee that deuours |
| And hee wch. leaues all doth as well. |
| Changd loues ar but changd sorts of meate |
| And, when hee hath the kernell eate, |
| Who doth not fling away the shell?
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[CW: Come live] |