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The Curse |
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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 |
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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 |
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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. |
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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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[CW: Little__] |