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To CASTARA.
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To CASTARA.
What can the freedome of our love enthrall?Castara were we dispossest of all
The gifts of fortune; richer yet than she
Can make her slaves, wee'd in each other be.
Love in himselfe's a world. If we should have
A mansion but in some forsaken cave;
Wee'd smooth misfortune: and our selves thinke then
Retir'd like Princes from the noise of men,
To breath a while unflatter'd. Each wild beast,
That should the silence of our cell infest,
With clamor, seeking prey; Wee'd fancie weare
Nought but an avaritious Courtier.
Wealth's but opinion. Who thinks other more
Of treasures have, then we, is onely poore.
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