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Sonnet XXI
[Sathan, no Woman, yet a wandring spirit]
Sathan, no Woman, yet a wandring spirit,
When he saw ships saile two wayes with one wind,
Of Saylers trade he hell did disinherit:
The Diuell himselfe loues not a halfe-fast mind.
When he saw ships saile two wayes with one wind,
Of Saylers trade he hell did disinherit:
The Diuell himselfe loues not a halfe-fast mind.
The Satyre when he saw the Shepheard blow
To warme his hands, and make his pottage coole,
Manhood forsweares, and halfe a beast did know,
Nature with double breath is put to schoole.
To warme his hands, and make his pottage coole,
Manhood forsweares, and halfe a beast did know,
Nature with double breath is put to schoole.
Cupid doth head his shafts in Womens faces,
Where smiles and teares dwell euer neere together,
Where all the Arts of Change giue Passion graces;
While these clouds threaten, who feares not the weather?
Saylers and Satyres, Cupids Knights, and I,
Feare Women that Sweare, Nay; and know they lye.
Where smiles and teares dwell euer neere together,
Where all the Arts of Change giue Passion graces;
While these clouds threaten, who feares not the weather?
Saylers and Satyres, Cupids Knights, and I,
Feare Women that Sweare, Nay; and know they lye.
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