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| Thus vent thy thoughts abroad: I'le study thee, |
| As he removes far off, that great hights takes; |
| How great love is, presence best tryal makes, |
| But absence tries how long this love will be; |
| To take a latitude |
| Sun or stars, are fitliest view'd |
| At their brightest, but to conclude |
| Of longitudes, what other way have we, |
| But to mark when, and where the Eclipses be? |
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| Community. |
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| Good we must love, 'and must hate ill, |
| For ill is ill, and good good still, |
| But there are things indifferent, |
| Which we may neither hate nor love, |
| But one, and then another prove, |
| As we shall finde our fancy bent. |
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| If then at first wise Nature had |
| Made women either good or bad, |
| Then some we might hate, and some chuse, |
| But since she did them so create, |
| That we may neither love nor hate, |
| Onely this rests, All men may use. |
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| If they were good, it would be seen, |
| Good is as visible as green, |
| And to all eyes it self betrayes: |
| If they were bad, they could not last, |
| Bad doth it self, and others waste, |
| So they deserve nor blame, nor praise.
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