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| ffarwell to Loue. |
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| Whilst yet to proue [311] |
| I thought there was Some Deity in loue |
| So did I reverence, and gaue, |
| Worship, as Atheists at theyr dying hower |
| Call what they cannot name an vnknowne power |
| As ignorantly did I craue |
| Thus when |
| Things not yet knowne ar coueted by men |
| Our desires giue them fashion, and so |
| As they waxe lesser, fall, as they size, growe |
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| But, from late fayre |
| His Highnesse sitting in a golden chayre |
| Is not lesse care'd for after three dayes |
| By children, then the thing wch. louers so |
| Blindly admire, and with such worship wooe |
| Beeing had, enioying it decayes |
| And thence |
| What before pleasd them all takes but one sence |
| And that so lamely, as it leaues behind |
| A kind of sorrowing dulnesse to the mind |
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| Ah cannot wee |
| As well as Cocks and Lyons iocund bee |
| After such pleasures, vnlesse wise |
| Nature decreed (Since each such Act, they say, |
| Diminisheth the length of life a day) |
| This; as Shee would man should despise |
| The Sport |
| Because that other curse of beeing short |
| And onely for a minute made to bee |
| Eager, desires to rayse posterity
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[CW: Since so___] |