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| The Expostulation. Elegie |
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| To make the doubt cleere that no womans true [144] |
| Was it my fate to find it strong in you? |
| Thought I but one had breathed purest ayre? |
| And must shee needs bee false because shee's fayre? |
| Is it yor beautyes marke, or of yor youth? |
| Or yor perfection, not to study truth? |
| Or thinke you heauen is deafe and hath no eyes |
| Or those it* hath smile at yor periuries? |
| Are vowes so cheape with woemen? or the matter |
| Whereof th'are made that they ar writt in water? |
| And blowne away with wind? Or doth theyr breath |
| (Both hot and cold) at once make life and death? |
| Who could haue thought so many accents sweete |
| fformd into words, so many sighs should meete |
| As from our hearts, so many oaths and teares |
| Sprinkled among (all sweetned by our feares) |
| And the diuine impression of stolne kisses |
| That seald the rest, should now proue empty blisses? |
| Did you draw bonds to forfeit, signe to breake? |
| Or must wee reade you quite from what you speake? |
| And find the truth out the wrong way? or must |
| Hee first desire you false would wishe you iust? |
| Ô I profane. though most of woemen bee |
| This kind of beast my thoughts shall except thee |
| (My dearest Loue) though froward Iealousy |
| With circumstance might vrge thy inconstancy |
| Sooner Ile thinke the Sunne will cease to cheere |
| The teeming Earth, and that forget to beare
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[CW: Sooner___] |