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Soe am I (by this traiterous meanes surprizd) By the Hydroptique father Catechized Though hee hath oft sworne that hee will remoue Thy beawties beautie, and foode of our loue, Hope of his good if I with thee were seene, Yet close, and secrette, as our Soules we haue beene Though thy immortall Mother which doth lye Still buried in her bedd yet will not die Takes this advantage too sleep out daie light And watch thy entries and retournes all night: And when shee takes thy hand, and would seeme kynde Doth search which Ringes, and Armelotts shee cann finde, And kissinge notes the cullour of thy face, And fearinge lest thou art swolne, doth thee imbrace To trie if thou longe, doth name strange meates And notes thy paleness, blushings, sighs, and sweates. And politiquely will to thee confesse The sins of her owne youths rancke lustinesse Yet loue thes sorceries did remoue, and moue Thee to gull thine owne mother for my loue Thy littell Brethren which like faire Sprights Oft skipt into our chamber those sweet nights And kist, and Iugled on thy fathers knee Were bribd next daye to tell what they did see The grim eight foote- high Iron= bound seruinge man That oft names God in oathes, and only than Hee that too barr the first gate doth as wide As the greate Rhodian Colossus stride Which if in hell no other paines ther were Makes mee feare hell because hee mvst bee there. [CW: Though] |
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