2730Abuse yong laies of love; what godlike power

2731Hast thou not power upon? To Phaebus thou

2732Add'st flames, hotter then his the heavenly fyres

2733Did scortch his mortall Son, thine him; the huntresse

2734All moyst and cold, some say began to throw

2735Her Bow away, and sigh: take to thy grace

2736Me thy vowd Souldier, who doe beare thy yoke

2737As t'wer a wreath of Roses, yet is heavier

2738Then Lead it selfe, stings more than Nettles;

2739I have never beene foule mouthd against thy law,

2740Nev'r reveald secret, for I knew none; would not

2741Had I kend all that were; I never practised

2742Vpon mans wife, nor would the Libells reade

2743Of liberall wits: I never at great feastes

2744Sought to betray a Beautie, but have blush'd

2745At simpring Sirs that did: I have beene harsh

2746To large Confessors, and have hotly ask'd them

2747If they had Mothers, I had one, a woman,

2748And women t'wer they wrong'd. I knew a man

2749Of eightie winters, this I told them, who

2750A Lasse of foureteene brided, twas thy power

2751To put life into dust, the aged Crampe

2752Had screw'd his square foote round,

2753The Gout had knit his fingers into knots,

2754Torturing Convulsions from his globie eyes,

2755Had almost drawne their spheeres, that what was life

2756In him seem'd torture: this Anatomie

2757Had by his yong faire pheare a Boy, and I

2758Beleev'd it was his, for she swore it was,

2759And who would not beleeve her? briefe I am

2760To those that prate and have done; no Companion

2761To those that boast and have not; a defyer

2762To those that would and cannot; a Rejoycer,

2763Yea him I doe not love, that tells close offices

2764The fowlest way, nor names concealements in

2765The boldest language, such a one I am,

2766And vow that lover never yet made sigh

2767Truer then I. O then most soft sweet goddesse

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