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| Though Hope bred Fayth & Love, thus tought I shall [f. 17] |
| As Nations do frō Rome, frō thy Love fall. |
| My hate shall outgrow thyne, & vtterly |
| I will renounce thy dallyance: & when I |
| Ame ye Recusant, in yt resolute state |
| What hurts it me to be excōmunicate? |
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| Eleg: 6.a| |
| Natures lay Ideott, I tought thee to love |
| And in yt Sophistry,'Oh thou dost prove |
| Too subtile: foole, thou didst not vnderstand |
| The mistique language of the ey nor hand: |
| Nor couldst thou iudg the difference of the aire |
| Of Sighs, and say, This lyes, this sounds dispayre. |
| Nor by th'eyes water call a malady |
| Desperatly hott or changing feuerously. |
| I had not tought thee then, the Alphabett |
| Of flowers; how they devisefully beeing sett |
| And bound vp, might wt speechlesse secresy |
| Deliuer arrands mutely'and mutually |
| Remember since all thy Words vs'd to bee |
| To euery Sutor, I, yf my frinds agree. |
| Since houshold charmes thy husbands name to teach |
| Weare all ye love-tricks yt thy witt could reach. |
| And since an howers discourse could scarse haue made |
| One answer in thee, and yt ill arrayd |
| In broken Proverbs, and torne sentences. |
| Thou art not by so many dutyes his |
| That frō the worlds Cōmon hauing severd thee. |
| Inlayd thee, neyther to bee seene nor see |
| As myne; wch haue wt amorous delicacyes |
| Refind thee into a blisfull paradise; |
| Thy graces and good words my creatures bee, |
| I planted knowledg and lifes tree in thee |
| Which, Oh, shall Strangers tast? Must I alas |
| Frame and enamell plate, and drinke in glas? |
| Chafe waxe for others Seales; breake a Colts force |
| And leaue him then, beeing made a redy horse? |