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When by the Gamot, some mvsitians make A perfect songe, others will vndertake By the same Gamot changd to equall itt, Things simplie good cann never bee vnfitt Shees faire as any, if all bee like her And if none bee then shee is singuler. All loue is wonder, if wee iustly doe Account her wonderfull; why not louely too? Loue built on beautie, soone as beautie dies, Chuse this face, changd by no deformities. Women are all like Angells: The faire bee, Like those which fell to worse, but such as shee, Like to good Angells, nothing cann impaire: Tis lesse greife to bee foule then t'aue bin faire. For one nights Reuells, silke and gould wee chuse, But in longe iournyes, cloth and leather vse. Beautie is barren oft: best hvsbands saie There is best land where there is foulest waie O what a Soueraine plaister will shee bee, If thy past Sins haue taught the ielousie? Heer needs no Spies, nor Eunuches: her committ Safe to thy foes: yea to a Marmositt When Belgias cities the rownd countrie drowne That durtye foulnes guards, and armes the towne; Soe doth her face guard her: And soe for thee, Which forct by businesse absent oft mvst bee Shee whose face like clouds, turnes the daie to night, Who mightier then the Sea makes Moores seeme white. Who though seven yeares shee in the Stewes had laid A Nunnerie durst receaue, and thinke a Mayde. |
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