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Dispute, and conquer, if I would, |
Which I abstaine to doe, |
For by to morrow, I may thinke so too. |
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I have done one braver thing |
Then all the worthies did, |
And yet a braver thence doth spring, |
Which is, to keepe that hid. |
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It were but madnes now t'impart |
The skill of specular stone, |
When he which can have learn'd the art, |
To cut it can finde none. |
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So, if I now should utter this, |
Others (because no more |
Such stuffe to worke upon, there is,) |
Would love but as before: |
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But he who lovelinesse within |
Hath found, all outward loathes, |
For he who colour loves, and skinne, |
Loves but their oldest clothes. |
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If, as I have, you also doe |
Vertue' attir'd in woman see, |
And dare love that, and say so too, |
And forget the Hee and Shee; |
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And if this love, though placed so, |
From prophane men you hide, |
Which will no faith on this bestow, |
Or, if they doe, deride:
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