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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;|
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.|
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.|
Elegie Autumnall
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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