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| Full Nakednes all Ioyes are due to thee. [f. 24] |
| As Soules vnbodied, bodies vncloat'hd must bee |
| To tast whole Ioyes. Gemmes, wch yow Weomen vse |
| Are as Atlantaes Balles cast in Mens veiwes |
| That where a fooles Eye lighteth on a Gemme |
| His earthlie Soule maie Covett theires, not them. |
| Like Pictures, or like Bookes gaie Coueringes, made |
| For laye-Men are all weomen thus arrayde. |
| Themselues are mistique Bookes, wch onelie wee |
| Whome their imputed Grace will dignifie |
| Must bee revealed. Then since I maie knowe, |
| As liberallie as to a Midwife showe |
| Thy self: Cast all, yea this white linnen hence |
| There is noe pennance, much lesse Innocence |
| To teach thee I am naked first: Why than |
| What needs* thou haue more couering then a Man? |
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| Elegie .3d. |
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| Fond Woaman, which wouldst haue thy Husband die, |
| And yet complainst of his great Iealosie. |
| If swolne with Poyson, hee lay in his last Bedd |
| His bodie with a seare-Cloth covered |
| Drawing his breath, as thick, and short as can |
| The nimbelest-crotcheting-Musitian |
| Readie with loathsome Vomiting to spew
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[CW: His] |