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| Which Oh, shall strangers taste? Must I alas |
| Frame and enamell Plate, and drink in glasse? |
| Chafe wax for others seales? breake a colts force |
| And leave him then, being made a ready horse? |
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| Eleg. VIII. |
| The Comparison. |
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| As the sweet sweat of Roses in a Still, |
| As that which frō chaf d Muskats pores doth tril, |
| As the Almightie Balme of th'early East, |
| Such are the sweat drops of my Mistris breast, |
| And on her neck her skin such lustre sets, |
| They seeme no sweat drops, but pearle coronets. |
| Ranke sweaty froth thy Mistresses brow defiles, |
| Like spermatique issue of ripe menstruous boyles, |
| Or like the skumme, which, by needs lawlesse law |
| Enforc'd, Sanserra's starved men did draw |
| From parboyl'd shoos and bootes, and all the rest |
| Which were with any soveraigne fatnesse blest, |
| And like vile lying stones in saffrond tin, |
| Or warts, or wheales, it hangs upon her skinne. |
| Round as the world's her head, on every side, |
| Like to the fatall Ball which fell on Ide, |
| Or that whereof God had such jealousie, |
| As for the ravishing thereof we die. |
| Thy head is like a rough-hewne statue of jeat, |
| Where marks for eyes, nose, mouth, are yet scarce set;
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