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Twicknam Garden.
Blasted with Sighs and surrounded with teares [254]
Hither I come to seeke the spring
And at mine eyes and at mine eares
Receaue such balme, as, else, cures euery thing
But ô selfe-Traytor, I doe bring
The Spider loue wch transubstantiats all
And can conuert Manna to gall.
And that this place may thoroughly bee thought,
True paradise, I haue the Serpent brought.
T'were wholesomer for mee, that winter did
Benight the glory of this place
And that a gray frost did forbidd
These Trees to laugh and mocke mee to my face.
But, that I may not this disgrace
Indure, nor leaue this Garden, (loue) let mee
Some sencelesse peece of this place bee
Make mee a Mandrake, So I may grow heere
Or a Stone fountayne weeping out the yeare
Hither w.th Christall vyalls Louers come,
And take my Teares, wch ar Loues wine
And trye yor M.rs Teares at home
ffor all ar false that tast not iust like mine
Alas, hearts do not in eyes shine
Nor can you more iudge woemens thoughts by Teares
Then by her shadow what she weares.
O perverse Sexe where none is true but shee
Who's therefore true because her truth kills mee

[CW: I am___]