Trivial poems and triolets. Written in obedience to Mrs Tomkin's commands, By Patrick Carey |
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[There's noe woeman, but I'me caught] |
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[There's noe woeman, but I'me caught]
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There's noe woeman, but I'me caughtWhilst she lookes with kind eyes on mee;
If I loue not then, the fault
Is uniustly cast uppon mee:
They are to bee blam'd, not I,
If with freedome still I houer;
Were I us'd but courteously
I should soone becomme a louer.
2
Did I any one excludeFor her dye, or for her feature,
I should grant my selfe a rude
Manner-lesse, hard-hearted creature:
But since I except gainst none
By whom I am not contemned,
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Pray tell, who's to bee condemned?
3
Not by frownes, but smiles, my heart,(I declare't) is to bee chained;
On fayre termes with itt I'le part,
But by foule t'will ne're bee gained:
Take then other taskes in hand
You, who lo'ure, and scorne to crave itt;
But who's kind shall itt command,
And for th'asking she shall have itt.
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