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To ouer-curious Critiques.
Yee
ouer-curious Eyes (that nought can please
produc'd by Art or Nature) ô auert
Your All-deprauing-banefull lookes from these
pure Flames, that sacrifice our dying Heart.
produc'd by Art or Nature) ô auert
Your All-deprauing-banefull lookes from these
pure Flames, that sacrifice our dying Heart.
Here are no Nouels (which yee most desire)
nor ought vnvsuall; but, here shall you see
What hath beene said of old, in new Attire,
with our Thoughts interlac'd; so, ours they be.
nor ought vnvsuall; but, here shall you see
What hath beene said of old, in new Attire,
with our Thoughts interlac'd; so, ours they be.
The Spider-webbe, which in her Wombe is bred,
we prize no more for that: nor, estimate
Pure Honie lesse, for being gathered
from many Sweets; nay, more (much more) for that:
What we haue gather'd, is from others Flowres;
And, what is added, is from sweet'st of ours.
we prize no more for that: nor, estimate
Pure Honie lesse, for being gathered
from many Sweets; nay, more (much more) for that:
What we haue gather'd, is from others Flowres;
And, what is added, is from sweet'st of ours.
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