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| Eleg: 3a.| |
| Once and but once found in thy companee [f. 15] |
| All thy suppos'd escapes are layd on mee. |
| And as a thiefe at barr is questiond there |
| By all the Men, yt haue beene robd yt yeare, |
| So am I, (by this trayterous meanes surprizd) |
| By thy Hydroptique father catechiz'd. |
| Though he had wont to search wt glazed eyes |
| As though he came to kill a Cocatrice, |
| Though he haue ofte sworne yt he would remove |
| Thy bewtyes bewty, and food of or love, |
| Hope of his goods, yf I wt thee weare seene |
| Yet close and secret as or Soules we'haue beene. |
| Though thy im̀„ortall Mother wch doth ly |
| Still buried in her bed, yet will not dy, |
| Take this advantage to sleepe out day-light |
| And watch thy entryes and returnes all night, |
| And when She takes thy hand, and would seeme kind |
| Doth search what rings & armelets she can find, |
| And kissing notes the color of thy face |
| And fearing least thou'art swolne doth thee embrace, |
| And to try yf thou long doth name strange meates |
| And notes thy palenes, blushings, sighes, & sweates, |
| And politiquely will to thee confes |
| The Sins of her owne Youths ranke Lustines, |
| Yet loue these Sorceryes did remoue, and move |
| Thee to gull thyne owne Mother for my love. |
| Thy litle brethren wch like faery sprights |
| Ofte skipt into or chamber those sweete nights |
| And kist and ingled on thy fathers knee |
| Weare brib'd next day to tell what they did see. |
| The grimm eight foot high Iron bound Seruing man |
| That ofte names God in othes and only than |
| He yt to barr the first gate doth as wide |
| As ye great Rhodian Colossus stride, |
| Wch if in hell no other paynes ther were |
| Makes me feare hell because he must be there. |