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83. Weak Love.
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Base love that cannot holdA frown;
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And thrown
Into despair at one denial,
Thou hast betraid thee in thy trial.
2
Poor heart that cannot bearNor brook
One vice, where many vertues are:
Nor look
Through's fingers at a venial error;
He learn't not this from Cupids mirror.
3
Poor soul that cannot restA day
From her being absent, nor digest
Delay
Of promise, though he knows it be
Obstructed accidentally.
4
We know that girls will smileAnd lowre,
Now th' are as pert as Camomile,
Then sowre:
Who robs a Hive (loud fame doth sing)
Must with the honey taste the sting.
5
They'l trip, and rise agen,120
Experience cries the best of men
Will do:
And shall we therefore not descry
A fault and see it secretly?
6
They'l promise much, 'tis true,And yet
They are slack to pay: and will not you
Do it?
Come, come, revise your self, you'l see
Her vice is your Epitomy.
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