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Name out these liuinge deaths-heads vnto mee, For thes not ancient. But antiques bee. I hate extreames, yet I had rather staie With tombs, then cradles to weare out a daie Since such loues naturall lation is, may still My loue descend, and iourney downe the hill, Not pantinge after growinge beauties, so I shall ebb out with them, who homeward goe Marry and loue thy Flauia, for shee Hath all things, wher by others beautious bee, For though her Eyes bee small, her mouth is greate, Though they be Iuory, yet her teeth are yeat Though they bee dimme, yet shee is light enough And though her harsh haires fall, her skin is rough: What though her cheeks bee yellow, her haire is red, Giue her thine and shee hath a Maydenhead. Thes thinges are beauties elements, where these Meete in one, and one mvst as perfect please If redd, and white, and each good qualitie Bee in thy Wench, nere aske where itt doth lie! In byinge things perfumd, wee aske if there Bee mvske and Amber in it, but not where. Though all her parts bee not in the vsuall place Shee hath yet an Anagram of a good face; If wee might put the letters but one waie In that leane death of words, what could wee saie? [CW: when] |
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