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Some man unworthy to be possessor |
Of old or new love, himselfe being false or weake, |
Thought his paine and shame would be lesser, |
If on womankind he might his anger wreake, |
And thence a law did grow, |
One might but one man know; |
But are other creatures so? |
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Are Sunne, Moone, or Starres by law forbidden, |
To smile where they list, or lend away their light? |
Are birds divorc'd, or are they chidden |
If they leave their mate, or lie abroad a night? |
Beasts doe no joyntures lose |
Though they new lovers choose, |
But we are made worse then those. |
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Who e'r rigg'd faire ship to lie in harbors, |
And not to seeke new lands, or not to deale withall? |
Or built faire houses, set trees, and arbors, |
Only to lock up, or else to let them fall? |
Good is not good, unlesse |
A thousand it possesse, |
But doth wast with greedinesse.
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