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Now do I see my danger; for, it is, |
His realm, his castle, and his diocess. |
But if (as envious men, which would revile |
Their Prince, or coin his Gold, themselves exile |
Into another country and do it there) |
We play in anothers house, what should we fear? |
There we will scorn his houshold policies, |
His seely plots, and pensionary spies, |
As the inhabitants of Thames right side |
Do Londons Mayor; or Germans, the Popes pride. |
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Elegie. II. |
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Marry, and love thy Flavia, for, shee |
Hath all things, whereby others beateous be; |
For, though her eyes be small, her mouth is great, |
Though theirs be Ivory, yet her teeth be jeat, |
Though they be dimm, yet she is light enough, |
And though her harsh hair's foul, her skin is rough; |
What though her cheeks be yallow, her hair's red, |
Give her thine, and she hath a Maidenhead. |
These things are beauties elements, where these |
Meet in one, that one must, as perfect, please. |
If red and white, and each good quality |
Be in thy wench, ne'r ask where it doth lie. |
In buying things perfum'd, we ask, if there |
Be musk and amber in it, but not where. |
Though all her parts be not in th'usual place, |
She hath yet the Anagrams of a good face. |
If we might put the letters but one way, |
In that lean dearth of words what could we say? |
When by the Gamuth some Musitians make |
A perfect song; others will undertake,
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