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| I will renounce thy dalliance: and when I |
| Am the Recusant, in that resolute state, |
| What hurts it mee to be'excommunicate? |
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| Elegie VIII. |
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| Natures lay Ideot, I taught thee to love, |
| And in that sophistrie, Oh, thou dost prove |
| Too subtile: Foole, thou didst not understand |
| The mystique language of the eye nor hand: |
| Nor couldst thou judge the difference of the aire |
| Of sighes, and say, this lies, this sounds despaire. |
| Nor by the'eyes water call a maladie |
| Desperately hot, or changing feaverously. |
| I had not taught thee then, the Alphabet |
| Of flowers, how they devisefully being set |
| And bound up, might with speechlesse secrecie |
| Deliver arrands mutely, and mutually. |
| Remember since all thy words us'd to bee |
| To every suitor; I, if my friends agree. |
| Since, houshold charmes, thy husbands name to teach, |
| Were all the love trickes, that thy wit could reach; |
| And since, an houres discourse could scarce have made |
| One answer in thee, and that ill arraid |
| In broken proverbs, and torne sentences. |
| Thou art not by so many duties his, |
| That from the worlds Common having sever'd thee,
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[CW: Inlaid] |