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| Nor when he swolne, and pamper'd with great fare |
| Sits downe and snorts, cag'd in his basket chaire, |
| Must we usurpe his owne bed any more, |
| Nor kisse and play in his house, as before. |
| Now I see many dangers; for it is |
| His realme, his castle, and his diocesse. |
| But if, as envious men, which would revile |
| Their Prince, or coyne his Gold, themselves exile |
| Into another countrey,'and doe it there, |
| We play'in another house, what should we feare? |
| There we will scorne his houshold policies, |
| His seely plots, and pensionary spies, |
| As the inhabitants of Thames right side |
| Doe Londons Major, or Germans, the Popes pride. |
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| Eleg. II. |
| The Anagram. |
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| Marry, and love thy Flavia, for, shee |
| Hath all things, whereby others beautious be, |
| For, though her eyes be small, her mouth is great, |
| Though they be Ivory, yet her teeth be jeat. |
| Though they be dimme, yet she is light enough, |
| And though her harsh haire fall, her skin is tough; |
| What though her cheeks be yellow, her haire's red, |
| Give her thine, and she hath a Maidenhead. |
| These things are beauties elements, where these |
| Meet in one, that one must, as perfect, please.
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