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Nor he in his younge Godhead practisd it. [f. 103v] |
But when an even* flame, two harts did touch, |
His office was indulgently to fitt |
Actives to passives; Correspondence |
Only his subject was, It Cannott be |
Love; Till I loue her, that loves me.| |
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But every Moderne God will now extend |
His vast prerogative, as farr as Ioue, |
To rage, to lust, to write to, to Commend, |
All is the purlewe of the god of loue; |
Oh, were we wakened by this Tirranie, |
To vngod this Childe againe, it could not be |
That I should loue, who loves not me.| |
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Rebell, and Athist too, why murmure I? |
As though I fell* the worst that loue could doe? |
Loue might make me leaue loving, or might try, |
A deeper plague, to make her loue me too. |
Wch since she loues before, I am loth to see, |
Falshood is worse then hate, and yt must be |
If shee whom I love, should loue me.| |
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Loues Diett |
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To what a Cumbersome vnwieldines,
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