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Corrupted by thy lovers gold, and page [f. 91] |
His letter at thy pillow hath laid |
Disputed it, and turnd* thy rage. |
And thou beginnst to thaw towards him for this, |
May my name step in, and hide his;| |
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10. And if this treason goe |
To an overt act, and that thou write againe, |
In superscribing, this name flowe |
Into thy fancie, from the pane, |
So in forgetting, thou remebrest right |
And vnawares to me shalt write.| |
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11. But glass, and lynes must be |
No meanes, our firme substantiall loue to keepe, |
Neere death inflicts this lethargie |
And this I murmur in my sleepe, |
Impute this idle talke, to that I goe |
For dying men talke often soe.| |
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Elegie Autumnall |
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No spring, nor Summer, Beauty, hath such grace |
As I haue seene in one Autumnall face, |
Young bewties force our love, and thates a Rape |
This doth but Counsaile yett yow cannott scape,
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