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I haue done one brauer thinge Then all the worthies did, Yet a brauer thence doth springe, Which is to keepe that hid. It were but madnes, now to impart The skill of Specular stone; When hee which cann haue learnd the art To cutt itt, can finde none. Soe if I now should vtter this Others (because no more Such stuffe to worke vppon there is) Would loue, but as before. But hee who louelines within Hath found, all outward loathes; For hee who colour loues, and skin, Loues but theire oldest cloathes. If as I haue yow allso doe Vertue attird in woman see And dare loue that and saie soe too And forgett the hee, and shee; And if this loue, though placed so From profane men yow hide Which will no faith on this bestowe Or if they doe deride [CW: Then] |
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