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The Curse
Who ever guesses thinkes or dreames hee knowes [282]
Who is my M.rs, whither by this curse
His onely and onely his purse
May some dull hart to loue dispose
And shee yeeld then to all that are his foes
May hee bee scornd by one whome all else Scorne
ffor sweare to others what to her hee hath sworne
With feare of missing, shame of getting torne
Madnesse his Sorrow, Gout his Cramp may hee
Make, by but thinking who hath made him such
And may hee feele no touch
of Conscience, but of fame, and bee
Anguish'd, not that t'was Sinne, but that t'was Shee
Or may hee for her Vertue reverence
One that hates him onely for Impotence
And æquall Traytors bee Shee and his Sence
May hee dreame Treason, and beleeue that Hee
Ment to enact* it, and con̄fesse, and dye
And no Record tell why
His Sonnes, w.ch none of his may bee
Inherit nothing but his Infamy
Or may hee so long Parasites haue fedd
That hee would fayne bee theyrs whome hee hath bredd
And at the last bee circumcizd for bread.
The venime of all Stepdames, Gamsters Gall
What Tyrants and theyr Subiects enterwish
What Plants, Mines, Beasts, Fowle, Fish
Can contribute, All ill w.ch all
Prophets or Poets speake, and all w.ch shall
Bee annex'd in Scedules vnto this by mee
ffall on that Man.for if it bee a Shee
Nature already* hath outcursed mee

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