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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.
The Canonization.
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.
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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