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| Even like a faythfull man, content [325] |
| That this life for a better should bee spent |
| So shee a Mothers rich Stile doth prferre |
| And at the Bridegroomes wishd approche doth lye |
| Like an appoynted Lamb, when tenderly |
| The Priest comes on his knees t'embowell her, |
| Now sleepe or watch with more ioye; and Ô light |
| Of heauen, to morrow, rise thou hot and early |
| Thys Sunne will loue so dearly |
| Her rest, that long long wee shall want her sight |
| Wonders ar wrought, for shee w.ch had no maime |
| To night puts on Perfection, and a womans name |
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| Eclogue. 1613. Decembr 26. |
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| Allophanes finding Idios in the Country in the |
| Christmas, reprhends his Absence from Cort at |
| the Marriage of the Earle of Somerset |
| Idios giues an account of his purpose |
| therein, and of his Actions there. |
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| Allophanes |
| Vnseasonable man, statue of Ice |
| What could to Countryes solitude entice |
| Thee in this yeares cold and decrepit Time? |
| Natures Instinct drawes to the warmer clime |
| Even small birds, who by that Courage dare |
| In numerous fleets sayle through theyr Sea ye Ayre
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