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| All women shall adore us, and some men; |
| And since at such time, miracles are sought, |
| I would have that age by this paper taught |
| What miracles wee harmelesse lovers wrought. |
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| First, we lov'd well and faithfully, |
| Yet knew not what wee lov'd, nor why, |
| Difference of sex no more wee knew, |
| Then our Guardian Angells doe, |
| Comming and going, wee, |
| Perchance might kisse, but not between those meales |
| Our hands ne'r toucht the seales, |
| Which nature, injur'd by late law, sets free, |
| These miracles wee did; but now alas, |
| All measure, and all language, I should passe, |
| Should I tell what a miracle shee was. |
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| The Dampe. |
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| When I am dead, and Doctors know not why, |
| And my friends curiositie |
| Will have me cut up to survay each part, |
| When they shall finde your Picture in my heart, |
| You thinke a sodaine dampe of love |
| Will through all their senses move, |
| And worke on them as mee, and so preferre |
| Your murder, to the name of Massacre.
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[CW: Poore] |