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SONG VI.
[VVhat though thy Feature]
1
VVhat though thy Feature,Fairest Creature,
Passeth curious fancy far.
And colour'd Roses,
(Cupids Posees,)
Do denounce a second Warre.
Though ne'er so rare,
Thy Beauties are,
They shall not mine Affection win,
Let her I woe,
Be willing too,
And Love me, I'le Love Her again!
2
Black Eyes are loathing,Red Lips nothing,
Nor can busie Toying Doe't;
Or fill the Measure,
Of Love's Pleasure
Lest she give her mind unto't.
Let Her I Court,
Be mad oth' sport,
And Love, and wanton freedome show,
I hate a Maid;
That seems affraid,
And cares not where she Does or No.
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