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| For from lesse vertue, and lesse beauteousnesse, |
| The Gentiles fram'd them Gods and Goddesses* |
| The ravenous earth that now wooes her to be |
| Earth too, will be a Lemnia; and the tree |
| That wraps that Christall in a wooden Tombe, |
| Shall be tooke up spruce, fill'd with diamond; |
| And we her sad glad friends all beare a part |
| Of griefe, for all would breake a Stoicks heart. |
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| Eleg. XII. |
| * |
| Vpon the losse of his Mistresses Chaine, for |
| which he made satisfaction. |
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| Not that in colour it was like thy haire, |
| For Armelets of that thou maist let me weare: |
| Nor that thy hand it oft embrac'd and kist, |
| For so it had that good, which oft I mist: |
| Nor for that silly old moralitie, |
| That as these linkes were knit, our love should bee: |
| Mourne I that I thy seavenfold chaine have lost; |
| Nor for the luck sake; but the bitter cost. |
| O, shall twelve righteous Angels, which as yet |
| No leaven of vile soder did admit; |
| Nor yet by any way have straid or gone |
| From the first state of their Creation; |
| Angels, which heaven commanded to provide |
| All things to me, and be my faithfull guide;
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