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Only let mee loue none, noe, not the sport; From country grasse, to confitures of court, Or cities quelques choses, lett report My minde transport. This bargaine is good, if when I am old, I bee Inflamd by thee If thine owne honor, or my shame or paine Thou couett, most att that Age, thou shalt gaine; Doe thy will then subiect and degresse, And fruict of loue, loue, I submitt to thee; Spare mee till then, Ile beare itt though shee bee, One, that loues mee.| Busie old foole, vnruly sun, Why dost thou thus Through windowes, and through curtaines call on vs? Must to thy motions, louers seasons run? Saucy Pedantique wretch; goe chide Late Schoole=boyes, and sowre Printisses: Goe tell court Huntsmen that the kynge will ride, Cawll Country Aunts to haruest offices Loue all alike noe season knowes, nor clyme Nor howres, dayes, Monthes, which are the rags of tyme. |
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