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| And bend her brows, and swell, if any bough, |
| Do but stoop down to kiss her utmost brow: |
| Yet if her often gnawing kisses win |
| The traiterous banks to gape, and let her in, |
| She rusheth violently, and doth divorce |
| Her from her native and her long-kept course, |
| And roares, and braves it, and in gallant scorn, |
| In flattering eddies promising return, |
| She flouts her channel, which thenceforth is dry; |
| Then say I; that is she, and this am I. |
| Yet let not thy deep bitterness beget |
| Careless dispair in me, for that will whet |
| My mind to scorn; and ah, love dull'd with pain |
| Was n'er so wise, nor well arm'd as disdain. |
| Then with new eyes I shall survey and spy |
| Death in thy cheeks, and darkness in thine eye: |
| Through hope breed faith & love thus taught, I shall |
| As nations do from Rome, from thy love fall, |
| My hate shall outgrow thine, and utterly |
| I will renounce thy dalliance: and when I |
| Am the Recusant, in that resolute state |
| What hurts it me to be' excommunicate? |
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| Elegie. VII. |
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| Natures lay Ideot, I taught thee to love, |
| And in that sophistry, Oh, how thou dost prove |
| Too subtile: Fool, thou didst not understand |
| The mystique language of the eye nor hand: |
| Nor couldst thou judge the difference of the ayre |
| Of sighs, and say, this lies, this sounds despair: |
| Nor by the'eyes water know a malady |
| Desperately hot, or changing feverously.
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[CW: That] |