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| Hauing from these suckd, all, they had of worthe |
| And brought home that Faythe, wch you caryed forthe |
| I throughly Love. But if my selfe I'haue wonne |
To know my Rules, I haue, & you haue
Donne. |
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| To M.r R. W.| |
| Like one who'in her third widowhed doth profes [f. 26v] |
| Her selfe a Nun, tir'd to a retirednes |
| So affects my Muse now a chast fallownes. |
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| Since She to few, yet to to many hath showne |
| How Love song Weedes, & Satirique thornes are growne |
| where seedes of better arts weare early sowne. |
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| Though to vse & Love poetry, to mee |
| Betroth'd to no one art be no adulteree, |
| Omissions of good, ill, as ill deedes bee. |
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| for though to vs it seeme, & be light & thin, |
| Yet in those faythfull Scales wher God throwes in |
| Mens workes, Vanity ways as much as Sin. |
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| If or Soules haue Staind their first whight, yet wee |
| May clothe them wt faythe & deare honestee, |
| Wch God imputes as native puritee. |
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| Ther is no Vertue but Religione. |
| Wise, valiant, sober, iust, are names, wch none |
| Want, wch want not Vice-covring discretione. |
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| Seeke we then or selues in or selues; for as |
| Men force ye Sun wth much more force to pas |
| By gathring his beams wth a Christall glas, |