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Their Prince, or coyne his gold, themselves exile |
Into another countrie,'and doe it there, |
Wee 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 |
Do Londons Major, or Germans, the Popes pride. |
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Elegie II. |
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Marry, and love thy Flavia, for, shee |
Hath all things, whereby others beautious bee, |
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 skinne is rough; |
What though her cheeks be yellow, her haire's red, |
Give her thine, and she hath a maydenhead. |
These things are beauties elements, where these |
Meet in one, that one must, as perfect, please. |
If red and white and each good quality |
Be in thy wench, ne'r aske where it doth lye. |
In buying things perfum'd, we aske; if there |
Be muske and amber in it, but not where. |
Though all her parts be not in th'usuall place, |
She'hath yet an Anagram of a good face. |
If we might put the letters but one way,
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