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Even like a faythfull man, content [325] |
That this life for a better should bee spent |
So shee a Mothers rich Stile doth prferre |
And at the Bridegroomes wishd approche doth lye |
Like an appoynted Lamb, when tenderly |
The Priest comes on his knees t'embowell her, |
Now sleepe or watch with more ioye; and Ô light |
Of heauen, to morrow, rise thou hot and early |
Thys Sunne will loue so dearly |
Her rest, that long long wee shall want her sight |
Wonders ar wrought, for shee w.ch had no maime |
To night puts on Perfection, and a womans name |
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Eclogue. 1613. Decembr 26. |
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Allophanes finding Idios in the Country in the |
Christmas, reprhends his Absence from Cort at |
the Marriage of the Earle of Somerset |
Idios giues an account of his purpose |
therein, and of his Actions there. |
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Allophanes |
Vnseasonable man, statue of Ice |
What could to Countryes solitude entice |
Thee in this yeares cold and decrepit Time? |
Natures Instinct drawes to the warmer clime |
Even small birds, who by that Courage dare |
In numerous fleets sayle through theyr Sea ye Ayre
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