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| Thou nothing; I not halfe so much shall do [f. 18] |
| In those warrs, as they may wch frō vs two |
| Shall spring. Thousands we see wch trauaile not |
| To warrs; but stay swords, armes, & shott |
| To make at home; And shall not I do then |
| More glorious service staying to make men? |
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| Eleg: 8.a| |
| Come Madame, come; All rest my powers defy; |
| Vntill I labor, I in labor ly. |
| The foe oft times hauing ye foe in sight |
| Is tyr'd wt standing though they neuer fight. |
| Of wt yt girldle, like heauens zones glistering |
| But a farr fayrer world encompassing. |
| Vnpin yt spangled brestplate; wch you weare |
| That th'eyes of busy fooles may be stopt there. |
| Vnlase your selfe: for yt harmonious chime |
| Tells me frō you that now t'is your bed time. |
| Of wth that happy buske whom I envy |
| That still can be, & still can stand so nigh. |
| your gownes going of, such bewteous state reveales |
| As when frō flowry Meads th'hills shadow steales. |
| Of wt your wiry coronet & show |
| The hairy Diademe wch on you doth grow. |
| Now of wt those shoes & then safely tredd |
| In this Loves halowed temple; this soft bedd. |
| In such whight robes, heauen Angels vs'd to bee |
| Receaud by men: Thou, Angel bringst wt thee |
| A heauen like Mahomets Paradise: And though |
| Ill Spirights walke in whight, we easily know |
| By this these Angels frō an euill Spright |
| They sett or haires but these the flesh vpright. |
| Licence my roving hands, & let them go |
| Behind, before, above, betweene, below. |
| Oh my America, my newfound land, |
| My kingdome, safelyest when wt one man man'd. |
| My Myne of pretious stones; my empiree; |
| How blest ame I in this discouering thee? |