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Though to vse, and loue Poetrie, to mee Betrothd to no one Art, bee no Adulterie Omissions of good, ill, as ill deedes bee. For though to vs it seeme, and bee light and thinne Yett in those faythfull Scales, where God throwes in Mens workes, Vanitie, waies as mvch as Sin. If our Soules haue staind, There first white, yett wee May cloth them with fayth, and deere honestie Which God imputes as natiue puritie. Seeke wee then our selues, in our selues: for: as Men force the Sun, with mvch more force to passe, By gatharinge her beames with a Cristall glasse Soe wee, if wee into our selues will tourne, Blowing our sparks of Vertue, may out burne The Strawe, which doth aboute our harts seiourne. Yow know Phisitians, when they would infuse Into any Oyle the Souls of simples, vse Places where they may still warme, to chuse So workes retirednesse in vs: to rome Giddilie, and bee everie where butt att home, Such freedome doth a Banishment become. Wee are but Farmers of our selues; yett maye, If wee can stock our selues, and thriue, vp-laie Much, much deare. treasure for the great rent daie. |
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