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When thou art there, consider what this chace |
Mispent by thy beginning at the face. |
Rather set out below; practice my Art, |
Some Symetry the foot hath with that part |
Which thou dost seek, and is thy Map for that |
Lovely enough to stop, but not stay at: |
Least subject to disguise and change it is; |
Men say the Devil never can change his. |
It is the Emblem that hath figured |
Firmness; 'tis the the first part that comes to bed. |
Civilitie we see refin'd: the kiss |
Which at the face began, transplanted is, |
Since to the hand, since to the imperial knee, |
Now at the Papal foot delights to be: |
If Kings think that the nearer way, and do |
Rise from the foot, Lovers may do so too. |
For as free Spheres move faster far then can |
Birds, whom the air resists, so may that man |
Which goes this empty and Ætherial way, |
Then if at beauties enemies he stay. |
Rich Nature hath in women wisely made |
Two purses, and their mouths aversely laid: |
They then, which to the lower tribute owe |
That way which that Exchequer looks, must go: |
He which doth not, his error is as great, |
As who by glister gives the Stomack meat. |
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To his Mistress going to bed. |
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Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defie, |
Until I labour, I in labour lie. |
The foe oft-times having the foe in sight, |
Is tir'd with standing though he never fight.
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