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When Belgiaes Cityes, ye round Cuntryes drowne [f. 20] |
That durty foulnes guards, & armes ye towne, |
So doth her face guard her. And so for thee |
Wch forc'd by busines absent ofte must bee |
She whose face like clowds turns ye day to night |
Who mightier then the Sea makes Moores seeme whight, |
Who though seauen yeares She in ye Stews had layd |
A Nunnery durst receive, & thinke a Mayd, |
And though in Childbirths Labor She did ly |
Midwifes would sweare, t'weare but a timpany, |
Whom, yf Sh'accuse her selfe, I credit lesse |
Then Witches wch impossibles confesse, |
Whom dildoes, bedstaves, & her velvett glas |
Would be as loth to touch as Ioseph was: |
One like none & likd of none fittest weare |
for things in fashion euery man will weare.| |
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Eleg: 11.a| |
By or first strange & fatal interview |
By all desyres wch therof did insue: |
By or long sterving hopes, by yt remorce |
Wch my words masculine persuasive force |
Begott in thee, & by the memoree |
Of hurts wch Spyes & Riualls threatned mee |
I calmely begg: But by thy Parents Wrath |
By all paynes wch want & **diuorcemt hath |
I coniure thee: And all those othes wch I |
And thou haue sworne to seale ioynt constancy |
Here I vnsweare, and oversweare them thus |
Thou shallt not Love by meanes so dangerous. |
Temper O fayre Love, Loves impetuous rage |
Be my trew Mistres still, not my faignd Page. |
I'le go: and by thy kind leaue leaue behind |
Thee only worthy to nurce in my mind |
Thirst to come back: Oh yf thou dy before |
frō other Lands my Soule towards thee shall sore: |
Thy els all mighty bewty cannot move |
Rage frō the Seas; nor thy Love teache thē love. |