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Court-Platonicke.

Oh, be free, as Equall ayre;
Though not soe gen'rall (my Faire;)
Beautie doth attract the Eye,
In rayes of the best Sympathye;
Here I live Eternallye.
The darkest Day were richly Spred
In the full Treasure of your head;
The Earth vnverdant may goe seeke
Her Flowers in Winter; but your Cheeke
Has all, and more then wee can Speake.
Sabæan Gummes flye in your Breath,
To recall Life, and ruine Death;
See it in me; for I noe more
Am living man, then in the power
Of what your Kisses doe Secure.
The Tirant layes his Scepter by,
Commanded by your awfull Eye;

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And dares not Strike, if you but will
To have me Live; Oh, yet awhile,
Secure your Servant in your Smile.
Something moves within my Brest;
Something not to be exprest;
Nature wills, when two agree,
Some nearer ioyned Societye
Then a discoursive Harmonye.
Let vs perfect all our worke;
Nature's fires should never lurke;
And the Act alone can Seale
Mutuall Ioyes; which to reveale
Were Treason—and I will not tell.