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With words, nor touch, scarce lookes, adulterate! Nor when hee swolne, and pamperd with greate fare, Sitts downe, and snorts, cagd in his baskett chaire, Must wee vsurpe his owne bedd any more Nor kisse and plaie in his howse as before, Now I see many dangers; for that is His realme, his Castle, and his Diocis But if as enuious men which whould revile Their Prince, or coyne his gould them selues exile Into Another countrye, and doe it there Wee plaie in another howse, what should wee feare? There wee will scorne his howsehold Policies, His sillie plotts, and Pensionarie Spies: As the inhabitants of Thames right side. Doe Londons Maior, or Germans the Popes pride|. Although thy hand, and faith, and good works too Haue seald thy loue, which nothinge should vndoe; Yea though thou fall backe that Apostacie Confirme thy loue; yet mvch mvch I feare thee: Weomen are like the Arts forcd vnto none Open too all Searchers; vnprisd if vnknowne; If I haue caught a bird, and lett him flie Another fowler vsinge those meanes as I, May catch the same bird, and as these things bee Weomen are made for Men, not him nor mee. Foxes and Goates, All beasts change when they please Shall weomen more hott, wilie, wild then these. |
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