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Loues fuellers, and the richest companie Of players, which vppon the worlds Stage bee Will quickely knowe thee, and knowe thee, and alas, The indifferent Italian̅, as wee pas His warme land well content, to thinke thee page Will haunt thee with such lust, and hideous rage As Lotts faire guests were vext: But none of these Nor spungie Hidroptique dutch shall thee displease, If thou stay here: Oh stay here for, for thee England is only a worthy gallerie To walke in expectation, till from thense Our great kynge do call thee to his presence; When I am gone, dreame mee some happines, Nor let thy lookes our longe hid loue confesse; Nor praise nor dispraise mee, Bless, nor curse Openly loues force; Nor in bedd fright thy nvrse With midnights startinge, cryinge out oh, oh Nurse, oh my Loue is slaine, I saw him goe Ore the white Alpes alone, I saw him, I Assaild, fight, taken, stabd, bleed, fall and die Augur mee better chance; except dread Ioue Thinke it enough for mee to haue had thy loue..| Natures lay Ideott I taught thee to loue And in that Sophistrie: oh thou doest proue Too subtile; foole thou didst not vnderstand The mistique language of the Eye, nor hand: Nor couldst thou iudge the difference of the aire Of sighs, and saie, this lies, this sounds despaire. [CW: Nor] |
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