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| Elegie 9. |
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| Oh! let mee not serve soe as those Men serve, [f. 29v] |
| Whome honors smoakes at once fatten, and sterue. |
| Poorelie inric'ht with great Mens words, or lookes, |
| Nor to write my name in thy loving Bookes. |
| As those Idolatrous flatterers; wch still |
| Their Princes stiles, wch manie Realmes fulfill. |
| Whence they noe tribute haue, and where noe swaye. |
| Such seruices I offer as shall paye |
| Themselves, I hate dead names: oh then lett mee |
| Fauorite in ordinarie, or noe Fauorite bee. |
| When my Soule was in her owne bodie sheath'd |
| Nor yet by oathes betroath'd, nor kisses breath'd |
| Into my Purgatorie faithlesse thee, |
| Thy Hart seem'd Waxe, and Steele thy Constancie. |
| Soe carelesse Flowers strowed on ȳ waters face |
| The curled Whirle-Poole* suck, smack, and embrace, |
| Yet drowne them. Soe the Tapers beamie Eie |
| Amorouslie twinckling beckens the giddie Flie |
| Yet burnes his winges; And such the Deuill is |
| Scarst* visiting them who are intirelie his. |
| When I behold a Streame, wch from the Springe
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[CW: Doth] |