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022.OC1.HE1 %1Elegie%2
022.OC1.001 To make y%5e%6 doubt cleare, y%5t%6 no womans true
022.OC1.002 Was it my fate to proue it stronge in yow?
022.OC1.003 Thought I but one had breathed purest ayre
022.OC1.004 And must shee needs be false because shee's faire?
022.OC1.005 Is it your Beauties marke, or of your youth
022.OC1.006 Or of y%5r%6 Perfection not to studdie Truth?
022.OC1.007 Or thinke you Heauen is deafe, or hath no eyes?
022.OC1.008 Or those shee hath smile at yo%5r%6 Periuries?
022.OC1.009 Are Vowes so cheape w.%5th%6 Woemen? or y%5e%6 matter
022.OC1.010 Whereof they'r made, y%5t%6 they are writt in water?
022.OC1.011 And blowne away w%5th%6 winde? or doth th.%5yr%6 bre/ath
022.OC1.012 Both hot & Cold at once make life & death
022.OC1.013 Who could haue thought so many accents sweete
022.OC1.014 fform'd into words, soe many sighs should meete
022.OC1.015 As from our hearts, so many oaths & tears
022.OC1.016 sprinkled among, all sweeter by our feares,
022.OC1.017 And the diuine impression of stolne kisses
022.OC1.018 (y%5t%6 seal'd the rest,) should now proue empty blisses?
022.OC1.019 Did y%5w%6 drawe bands to forfeit? signe to breake?
022.OC1.020 Or must wee reade yow quite from w%5t%6 y%5w%6 speake?
022.OC1.021 And find y%5e%6 truth out y%5e%6 way? or must [f. 4r
022.OC1.022 He first desire you false, would wish y.%5w%6 iust?
022.OC1.023 Oh I profane! Though most of woemen be
022.OC1.024 This kinde of Beast, my thought shall except thee
022.OC1.025 My dearest loved. Froward iealousie
022.OC1.026 With Circumstance might thy inconstancye
022.OC1.027 Sooner I'le thinke y%5e%6 sunne will cease to cheare
022.OC1.028 The teeminge earth, & y%5t%6 forgett to beare,
022.OC1.029 Sooner that Riuers will runne back, or Thames
022.OC1.030 With Ribbs of Ice in Iune will bind his strea%M%5e%6s.
022.OC1.031 Or Natur by whose strength y%5e%6 world endures
022.OC1.032 Would change her course, before y.%5w%6 alter youres?
022.OC1.033 But o%Ch! That treachero%5us%6 breast to whom weak y:%5w%6
022.OC1.034 Did trust our Councells, & we both may rue,
022.OC1.035 Hauinge his falshood found, twas hee
022.OC1.036 That made %Yy%5w%6%Z me cast y%5w%6 guiltie, & y%5w%6 mee
022.OC1.037 Whilst he blacke betrayd each simple worde
022.OC1.038 Wee spake vnto the cunninge of a Third,
022.OC1.039 Curst may he be, y%5t%6 so o%5r%6 Loue hath slayne
022.OC1.040 And wander on y%5e%6 earth wretched as Cayne
022.OC1.041 Wretched as he, & not deserue least pittie,
022.OC1.042 In plag>e<inge him let misery be wittie,
022.OC1.043 Let all eyes shunne, him; & he shun each eye
022.OC1.044 Till he be Noysome as his Infancie
022.OC1.045 May he w%5th%6out remorse deny God thrize
022.OC1.046 And not be trusted more on his Soules prize,
022.OC1.047 And after all selfe torment, when he Dyes
022.OC1.048 May woulves teare out his heart, Vulturs h.%5s%6 eyes
022.OC1.049 Swine eate his bowells, & his falser tounge
022.OC1.050 That vtter'd all be to some Rauen flunge.
022.OC1.051 And lett his Carryon Corps b'a longer feast
022.OC1.052 To the Kings doggs, then any other Beast!
022.OC1.053 Now I haue curst, let vs our Loue reviue
022.OC1.054 In me the y%5e%6 flame was never mor aliue.
022.OC1.055 I could begin againe to Courte & prayse
022.OC1.056 And in y%5t%6 pleasure lengthen y%5e%6 short dayes [CW:Of]
022.OC1.057 Of my lives lease.  Like Painters y%5t%6 doe take [f.4v
022.OC1.058 Delight not in made worke, but whiles they make
022.OC1.059 I could renewe those times when first I saw
022.OC1.060 Loue in your Eyes, y%5t%6 gaue my tounge the Lawe
022.OC1.061 To like w%5t%6 you lik'd, & at Masks & playes
022.OC1.062 Com%Mend the selfe same Actors, the sam wayes,
022.OC1.063 Aske how y.%5w%6 did & often with intent
022.OC1.064 Of beinge officious, be impertinent
022.OC1.065 All w.%5ch%6 were such soft pastimes, as in these
022.OC1.066 Loue was>as< subtilly catch'd as a %#%#%#%#%#(%1LMvar%2:>ds<)
022.OC1.067 But being gott, it is a Treasure sweete
022.OC1.068 Which to Defend is harder then to gett
022.OC1.069 And must not be profande on eyther part
022.OC1.070 For though tis gott by Chaunce, 'tis kept by= /Art|
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