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022.SN4.001 To make the doubte cleare, that noe Womans true,
022.SN4.002 was it my ffate, to proue it stronge in you?
022.SN4.003 Thoughte I but one had breathed purest ayre,
022.SN4.004 And must shee needes bee ffalse, because shee's ffayre?
022.SN4.005 Is it yo.%5r%6 beautyes marke, or of yo.%5r%6 youthe?
022.SN4.006 Or yo.%5r%6 perfection not to studdye truth?
022.SN4.007 Or thinke you heauen is dea%Afe or hath noe eyes?
022.SN4.008 Or those shee ha's smyle at yo%5r%6 periuries?
022.SN4.009 Are vowes soe cheape w%5th%6 women,? or the matter
022.SN4.010 wherof they are made, that they are writt in wa%Ater,
022.SN4.011 And blowne away w.%5th%6 wynde? or doth their breath
022.SN4.012 Both hott, and cold, at once make lyfe and deathe?
022.SN4.013 who could haue thoughte soe many accents sweete
022.SN4.014 fform'd into wordes, soe many sighes should meete?
022.SN4.015 As from our hartes soe many oathes and teares.
022.SN4.016 Sprinckled amonge (all sweeter by our feares.
022.SN4.017 And the devyne impression of stolne kisses
022.SN4.018 That seal'd the rest should nowe proue empty blisses.
022.SN4.019 Did you drawe bandes to fforfayte? signe to breake,
022.SN4.020 Or must wee reade you quyte from what you speake,
022.SN4.021 And fynde the Truithe out the wronge way? or must
022.SN4.022 Hee first desyre you false, would wishe you iust?
022.SN4.023 O%C I prophane! thoughe most of Women bee
022.SN4.024 These kynde of Beastes, my thoughtes shall except thee
022.SN4.025 My dearest lou'd. Howeuer Iealousye
022.SN4.026 w%5th%6 Circumstance mighte vrge th'Inconstancy,
022.SN4.027 Sooner I'le thincke the Su%M will cease to cheere [f.49r]
022.SN4.028 The teeminge Earth, and that forgett to beare.
022.SN4.029 Sooner that Riuers will run%Mn backe, or Tha%Ames
022.SN4.030 w%5th%6 ribbes of Ice in Iu%Mne would bynde her streames
022.SN4.031 Or Nature by whose strengthe the worlde endures,
022.SN4.032 would chaunge her Course, before you allter yo.%5rs%6.
022.SN4.033 But O%C that treacherous breaste to whome weake you
022.SN4.034 Did trust our Councells, and wee both may rue
022.SN4.035 Havinge his ffalshood founde too late. twas hee
022.SN4.036 That made me caste you guiltye, and you mee.
022.SN4.037 whil'st hee black wretch betray'de eache simple worde
022.SN4.038 wee spake, vnto the Cunn%Minge of a thirde.
022.SN4.039 Curste may hee bee that soe our loue hath slayne,
022.SN4.040 And wander wretched on the Earthe, as %1Cain%2,
022.SN4.041 wretched as hee, and not deserue least pittye,
022.SN4.042 In plaguing him let miserye bee wittye.
022.SN4.043 Let all Eyes shun%Mne him, and hee shunne eache Eye,
022.SN4.044 Till hee bee noysome as his infamye.
022.SN4.045 May hee w%5th%6out remorse denye God thrice,
022.SN4.046 And not bee trusted more on his soules price.
022.SN4.047 And after all selfe torment when hee dyes
022.SN4.048 May woules teare oute his harte, vultures his Eyes,
022.SN4.049 Swyne eate his bowells, and his falser tounge
022.SN4.050 That vttre'd all, bee to some Rauen flunge.
022.SN4.051 And let his Caryon Corse, bee a longer feaste>%Y,%Z<
022.SN4.052 To the kinges Dogges, then any other beaste.
022.SN4.053 Nowe I haue Curs'd, let vs our loue reuyue, [f.49v]
022.SN4.054 In mee the flame was neuer more alyue.
022.SN4.055 I could begyn agayne to Courte, and prayse,
022.SN4.056 And in that pleasure lengthen the shorte dayes
022.SN4.057 Of my lyfes lease; like Paynters that doe take
022.SN4.058 Delighte, not in made worke, but whyles they make.
022.SN4.059 I could renewe those tymes when first I sawe
022.SN4.060 Loue in yo.%5r%6 Eyes, that gaue my tounge the lawe
022.SN4.061 To like, what you lik'd, and at Maskes and Playes
022.SN4.062 Com%Mend the selfe-same Actors the same wayes.
022.SN4.063 Aske howe you did, and often w%5th%6 intent
022.SN4.064 Of being officious, bee impertinent.
022.SN4.065 All w%5ch%6, weare such softe pastymes, as in these
022.SN4.066 Loue was a subtlye catch'd as a Disease,
022.SN4.067 But being gott it is a treasure sweete,
022.SN4.068 w.%5ch%6 to defend, is harder then to gett:
022.SN4.069 And oughte not bee prophan'd on either parte,
022.SN4.070 ffo.%5r%6 thoughe tis gott by chaunce, 'tis kept by Arte.|
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