IDENTILIN$$ X01000F 1654, Yale pp. mf EWS 4-16-85 010.00F.0HE E%1leg%2. IV. %1The Perfume%2. 010.00F.001 ONce, and but once found in thy company, 010.00F.002 All thy suppos'd escapes are laid on me; 010.00F.003 And as a thiefe at barre, is question'd there 010.00F.004 By all the men that have been rob'd that yeare, 010.00F.005 So am I, (by this traiterous meanes surpriz'd) 010.00F.006 By thy Hydroptique father catechiz'd. 010.00F.007 Though he had wont to search with glazed eyes 010.00F.008 As though he came to kill a Cocatrice, 010.00F.009 Though he hath oft sworn, that he would remove 010.00F.010 Thy beauties beauty, and food of our love, 010.00F.011 Hope of his goods, if I with thee were seen, 010.00F.012 Yet close and secret, as our soules, we'have been. 010.00F.013 Though thy immortall mother which doth lie 010.00F.014 Still buried in her bed, yet will not die, 010.00F.015 Takes this advantage to sleep out day-light, 010.00F.016 And watch thy entries, and returnes all night, 010.00F.017 And, when she takes thy hand, and would seem kind 010.00F.018 Doth search what rings, and armelets she can find, 010.00F.019 And kissing notes the colour of thy face, 010.00F.020 And fearing lest thou art swoln, doth thee imbrace; 010.00F.021 And to trie if thou long, doth name strange meates, 010.00F.022 And notes thy palenesse, blushing, sighs, and sweats; 010.00F.023 And politiquely will to thee confesse 010.00F.024 The sinnes of her own youths ranke lustinesse; 010.00F.025 Yet love these sorceries did remove, and move 010.00F.026 Thee to gull thine own mother for my love. 010.00F.027 Thy little brethren, which like Fairy Sprights 010.00F.028 Oft skipt into our chamber, those sweet nights, 010.00F.029 And kist, and ingled on thy fathers knee, 010.00F.030 Were brib'd next day, to tell what they did see: 010.00F.031 The grim- eight- foot- high- iron- bound serving- man 010.00F.032 That oft names God in oathes, and onely than, 010.00F.033 He that to barre the first gate doth as wide 010.00F.034 As the great Rhodian Colossus stride, 010.00F.035 Which, if in hell no other paines there were, 010.00F.036 Makes me feare hell, because he must be there: 010.00F.037 Though by thy father he were hir'd to this, 010.00F.038 Could never witnesse any touch or kisse. 010.00F.039 But Oh, too common ill, I brought with me 010.00F.040 That, which betray'd me to mine enemy: 010.00F.041 A loud perfume, which at my entrance cryed 010.00F.042 Even at thy fathers nose, so were we spied. 010.00F.043 When, like a Tyran King, that in his bed 010.00F.044 Smelt gunpowder, the pale wretch shivered; 010.00F.045 Had it been some bad smell, he would have thought 010.00F.046 That his own feet, or breath, that smel had wroght. 010.00F.047 But as we in our Ile imprisoned, 010.00F.048 Where cattell onely, and divers dogs are bred, 010.00F.049 The precious Unicornes, strange monsters, call, 010.00F.050 So thought he good, strange, that had none at all. 010.00F.051 I taught my silkes their whistling to forbeare, 010.00F.052 Even my opprest shooes, dumb & speechlesse were, 010.00F.053 Onely, thou bitter-sweet, whom I had laid 010.00F.054 Next me, me traiterously hast betraid, 010.00F.055 And unsuspected hast invisibly 010.00F.056 At once fled unto him, and staid with me. 010.00F.057 Base excrement of earth, which dost confound 010.00F.058 Sense, from distinguishing the sick from sound; 010.00F.059 By thee the seely Amorous sucks his death 010.00F.060 By drawing in a leprous harlots breath, 010.00F.061 By thee the greatest staine to mans estate 010.00F.062 Fals on us, to be call'd effeminate; 010.00F.063 Though you be much lov'd in the Princes hall, 010.00F.064 There, things that seem, exceed substantiall. 010.00F.065 Gods, when yee fum'd on altars, were pleas'd well, 010.00F.066 Because you'were burnt, not that they lik'd your smel 010.00F.067 You'are loathsome all, being taken simply alone, 010.00F.068 Shall we love ill things joyn'd, and hate each one? 010.00F.069 If you were good, your good doth soone decay; 010.00F.070 And you are rare, that, takes the good away. 010.00F.071 All my perfumes, I give most willingly 010.00F.072 To'embalme thy fathers corse; What? will he die? 010.00F.0SSom 010.00F.0$$ ind not recorded; hyphenated words in l.31 separated for collation