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Princes doe but play vs, Compard to this [f. 82] |
All honors mimique; All wealth Alchimy |
Thou Sunne art half as happy as we |
In that the worlds Contracted thus |
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be |
To warme the world, thats done in warming vs. |
Shine here to vs, and thou art every wheare, |
This bed thy Center is, theis walls thy Spheare.| |
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Songe. |
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1. I Can loue both faire and browne, |
Her whom aboundance melts, & her whom want betrayes |
Her who loves lonenes best, & her who masks and playes; |
Her whom the Country formed, and whom the Towne. |
Her who beleeves, and her who tries, |
Her who still weepes, wth spungie eyes, |
And her who is drie Corke, and never cries. |
I Can love her, and her, and yo,u and yo,u |
I Can loue any, so she be not true.| |
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3 Venus heard me sigh this songe, |
And by loues sweetest part, variety she swore |
She heard not this till now; & yt it should be soe no more, |
She went examind, and retournd ere longe.
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