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His Answer.

And why so sharp? in truth (my dear) I must,
Accuse your furie of unkind distrust.
You should observe the end, and only glance,
Not dwell on the emergent circumstance.
Shall I plounge through th' abisse of danger, when
I may avoyd it; And goe right agen.
VVhat you mis-construe as some light abuse,
Reason will read a requisite excuse.
VVhat should wee but invite the publicke scorne,
To boast our harvest ere wee reap our corne.
The wealthy'st wights petend the weakest store,
And what they hugge, conceale, I doe no more.
For knowledge will but make us table-talke,
VVhilst love delights in shadyest pathes to-walk.
Forbeare a while my love and then expect
Your patience crown'd with blest, with wisht effect,
Those that doe otherwise, the world but calls,
Them Posthumous to there owne nuptialls,
Noe, noe, my heart's but one, though for a space,
I seeme to putt on Ianus double face,
In which strange dresse I yet, would hope I show
I love thee more then all the world shall know.