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| This bargain's good; if when I'm old, I bee |
| Inflam'd by thee, |
| If thine owne honour, or my shame and paine, |
| Thou covet most at that age thou shalt gaine. |
| Doe thy will then, then subject and degree, |
| And fruit of love, Love I submit to thee, |
| Spare mee till then, I'le beare it, though shee bee |
| One that love mee. |
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| The Canonization. |
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| For Godsake hold your tongue, and let me love, |
| Or chide my palsie, or my gout, |
| My true gray haires, or ruin'd fortune flout, |
| With wealth your state, your minde with Arts improve |
| Take you a course, get you a place, |
| Observe his nonour, or his grace, |
| Or the Kings reall, or his stamped face |
| Contemplate, what you will, approve, |
| So you will let mee love. |
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| Alas, alas, who's injur'd by my love? |
| What Merchants ships have my sighs drown'd? |
| Who saies my teares have overflow'd his groun'd? |
| When did my colds a forward spring remove? |
| When did the heats which my veines fill |
| Adde one more to the plaguie Bill? |
| Soldiers find warres, and Lawyers find out still |
| Litigious men, which quarrels move, |
| Though she and I doe love.
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[CW: Call] |