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| The Damp |
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| When I am dead, and doctors knowe not why [286] |
| And my frinds curiosity |
| Will haue mee cutt vp to suruey each part |
| When they shall find your picture in my heart |
| You thinke a suddayne Damp of loue |
| Will through all theyr sences moue |
| And worke on them, as mee, and so preferre |
| Yor Murder to the name of Massacre |
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| Poore Victoryes, but if you dare bee braue |
| And pleasure in your conquest haue |
| ffirst kill th' enormous Gyant, yor disdayne |
| And let th' Enchantresse Honor next bee slayne |
| And like a Gothe and Vandall rise |
| Deface Records and Historyes |
| Of yor owne Arts and triumphs ouer men |
| And, without such advantage, kill mee then. |
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| ffor I could muster vp as well as you |
| My Gyants and my witches too |
| Wch are vast Constancy and Secretnesse |
| But these I neyther looke for nor professe. |
| Kill mee as woman; let mee dye |
| As a meere man; Doe you but trye |
| Yor passiue Valour, and you shall find than |
| Naked y'haue odds enough of any man.
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[CW: Shee's dead__] |