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| Eleg. VII. |
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| Natures lay Ideot, I taught thee to love, |
| And in that sophistry, Oh, thou dost prove |
| Too subtle: Foole, thou didst not understand |
| The mystique language of the eye nor hand: |
| Nor couldst thou judge the difference of the ayre |
| Of sighes, and say, this lies, this sounds despaire: |
| Nor by the'eyes water know a maladie |
| Desperately hot, or changing feverously. |
| I had not taught thee then, the Alphabet |
| Of flowers, how they devisefully being set |
| And bound up, might with speechlesse secrecie |
| Deliver errands mutely, and mutually. |
| Remember since, all thy words us'd to be |
| To every suitor; I, if my friends agree. |
| Since, houshold charms, thy husbands name to teach, |
| Were all the love trickes, that thy wit could reach; |
| And since, an hours discourse could scarce have made |
| One answer in thee, and that ill arraid |
| In broken proverbs, and torne sentences. |
| Thou art not by so many duties his, |
| That from the worlds Common having sever'd thee, |
| Inlaid thee, neither to be seene, nor see, |
| As mine: who have with amorous delicacies |
| Refin'd thee into a blis-full Paradise. |
| Thy graces and good words my creatures be, |
| I planted knowledge and lifes tree in thee:
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