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Elegy |
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Hee that cannot chuse by loue |
And striues agaynst it still |
Never shall my fancy Moue |
ffor he loues 'gaynst his will. |
Nor hee wch. is all his owne |
And can all pleasure choose |
When I am caught hee can bee gon |
And when hee list refuse. |
Nor hee that loues none but fayre |
ffor such by all ar sought |
Nor hee that can for fowlenesse care |
ffor his Iudgement is naught |
Nor hee that hath witt, for hee |
Will make mee his Iest or slaue |
Nor a foole, for when |
Hee can neyther want nor craue |
Nor hee that still his Mistresse payes |
ffor shee is thrall'd therefore |
Nor hee that payes not, for hee sayes |
Within, shee's worth no more |
Is there then no kind of men |
whome I may freely proue? |
I will vent that humor then |
In mine owne selfe-loue
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[CW: Not that___] |