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And yow frolique Patritiens; Some of these Senators wealthes deepe Oceans Yea paynted Courtiers, Barrells of others Witts. Yea Countrye Men, which but your beastes, loue none, Yea of those fellowships, where of hee is one Of studdie, and place made strange Hermaphrodites. Heere shine: This Bridegroome to the Temple bringe Lo in yon path, which store of strawd flowers graceth. The sober virgin paceth Except my sight faile tis noe other thinge: Weepe not nor blush, here is no griefe nor shame To daie put on perfection, and a womans name. Thy two leaud gates faire Temple vnfolde And these two in thy sacred bosome holde Till mistually ioynd, but one they bee; Then may thy leane and hunger starued wombe Longe tyme expect their boddies, and their Tombe Longe after their owne Parents satten these All elder claimes, and all could Barrennesse. All yealdinge to new loues bee farr for ever Never might these two disseuer Allwayes, all the other may each one possesse For the best Bride best worthye of Prayers and fame. To daye putts on perfection, And a Womans name. [CW: Winter.] |
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