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| May he dream Treason, and believe, that he |
| Meant to perform it, and confess, and die, |
| And no record tell why: |
| His sons, which none of his may be, |
| Inherit nothing but his infamy: |
| Or may he so long Parasites have fed, |
| That he would fain be theirs, whom he hath bred, |
| And at the last be circumcis'd for bread. |
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| The venome of all stepdames, gamesters gall, |
| What tyrants, and their subjects interwish, |
| What Plants, Myne, Beasts; Fowl, Fish, |
| Can contribute, all ill which all |
| Prophets, or Poets spake; And all which shall |
| Be annex'd in schedules unto this by me, |
| Fall on that man; For if it be a she, |
| Nature before-hand hath out-cursed me. |
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| The Message. |
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| Send home my long straid eyes to me, |
| Which (oh) too long have dwelt on thee, |
| But if they there have learn'd such ill, |
| Such forc'd fashions, |
| And false passions, |
| That they be |
| Made by thee |
| Fit for no good sight, keep them still. |
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| Send home my harmless heart again, |
| Which no unworthy thought could stain, |
| But if it be taught by thine |
| To make jestings
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