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| Eleg. IV. |
| The Perfume. |
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| Once, and but once found in thy company, |
| All thy suppos'd escapes are laid on me; |
| And as a thiefe at barre, is question'd there |
| By all the men that have beene rob'd that yeare, |
| So am I, (by this traiterous meanes surpriz 'd) |
| By thy Hydroptique father catechiz 'd. |
| Though he had wont to search with glazed eyes, |
| As though he came to kill a Cocatrice, |
| Though he hath oft sworne, that he would remove |
| Thy beauties beautie, and food of our love, |
| Hope of his goods, if I with thee were seene, |
| Yet close and secret, as our soules, we'have beene. |
| Though thy immortall mother which doth lie |
| Still buried in her bed, yet will not die, |
| Takes this advantage to sleep out day-light, |
| And watch thy entries, and returnes all night, |
| And, when she takes thy hand, and would seem kind, |
| Doth search what rings, and armelets she can finde, |
| And kissing notes the colour of thy face, |
| And fearing lest thou art swolne, doth thee imbrace; |
| And to trie if thou long, doth name strange meates, |
| And notes thy palenesse, blushing, sighs, and sweats; |
| And politiquely will to thee confesse |
| The sinnes of her owne youths ranke lustinesse;
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[CW: Yet] |