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113.00F.001 L%+Ike one who in her third widowhood doth pro-/(fesse
113.00F.002 Her selfe a Nun, tyed to retirednesse,
113.00F.003 So'affects my Muse, now, a chast fallownesse.
113.00F.004 Since shee to few, yet to too many'hath flown,
113.00F.005 How long loves weeds, and Satyrique thorns are /(grown
113.00F.006 Where seeds of better arts, were early sown?
113.00F.007 Though to use, and love Poetry, to me,
113.00F.008 Betroth'd to no'one Art, be no Adultery;
113.00F.009 Omissions of good, ill, as ill deeds be.
113.00F.010 For though to us it seem but light and thin,
113.00F.011 Yet in those faithfull scales, where God throws in
113.00F.012 Mens works, vanity weighs as much as sin.
113.00F.013 If our Soules have stain'd their first white, yet we
113.00F.014 May cloath them with faith, and dear honestie,
113.00F.015 Which God imputes as native puritie.
113.00F.016 There is no Vertue, but Religion.
113.00F.017 Wise, valiant, sober, just, are names, which none
113.00F.018 Want, which want not Vice-covering discretion. [CW:Seek]
113.00F.019 Seek we then our selves in our selves; for as [p.151]
113.00F.020 Men force the Sun with much more force to passe,
113.00F.021 By gathering his beames with a Crystall glasse;
113.00F.022 So we (if we into our selves will turn,
113.00F.023 Blowing our sparks of vertue) may out-burn
113.00F.024 The straw which doth about our hearts sojourn.
113.00F.025 You know, Physitians, when they would infuse
113.00F.026 Into any'oyle the Soules of Simples, use
113.00F.027 Places, where they may lie still warm, to chuse.
113.00F.028 So works retirednesse in us; To rome
113.00F.029 Giddily and be every where, but at home,
113.00F.030 Such freedome doth a banishment become.
113.00F.031 We are but farmers of our selves, yet may,
113.00F.032 If we can stock out[sic] selves, and thrive, uplay
113.00F.033 Much, much good treasure for the great rent day.
113.00F.034 Manure thy selfe then, to thy selfe be'approv'd,
113.00F.035 And with vain outward things be no more mov'd,
113.00F.036 But to know that I love thee, and would be lov'd.
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