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| A Nunnery durst receive, and thinke a maid, |
| And though in childbeds labour she did lie, |
| Midwifes would sweare, 'twere but a tympanie, |
| Whom, if shee accuse her selfe, I credit lesse |
| Then witches, which impossibles confesse. |
| One like none, and lik'd of none, fittest were, |
| For, things in fashion every man will weare. |
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| Elegie III. |
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| Although thy hand and faith, and good workes too, |
| Have seal'd thy love which nothing should undoe, |
| Yea though thou fall backe, that apostasie |
| Confirme thy love; yet much, much I feare thee. |
| Women, are like the Arts, forc'd unto none, |
| Open to'all searchers, unpriz'd, if unknowne. |
| If I have caught a bird, and let him flie, |
| Another fouler using these meanes, as I, |
| May catch the same bird; and, as these things bee, |
| Women are made for men, not him, nor mee. |
| Foxes and goats; all beasts change when they please, |
| Shall women, more hot, wily, wild then these, |
| Be bound to one man, and did Nature then |
| Idly make them apter to'endure then men? |
| They'are our clogges, not their owne; if a man bee |
| Chain'd to a galley, yet the galley'is free; |
| Who hath a plow-land, casts all his seed corne there,
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