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To Julia to expedite her promise.
Since 'tis my Doom, Lov's under-Shrieve
Why this Reprieve?
Why doth my She-Advowson flie
Incumbency?
Panting Expectance makes us prove
The Anticks of benighted Love,
And withered Mates when wedlock joynes.
Th'are Hymens Monkeys which he ties by th'loyns,
To play (alas!) but at Rebated Foynes.
Why this Reprieve?
Why doth my She-Advowson flie
Incumbency?
Panting Expectance makes us prove
The Anticks of benighted Love,
And withered Mates when wedlock joynes.
Th'are Hymens Monkeys which he ties by th'loyns,
To play (alas!) but at Rebated Foynes.
To sell thy self dost thou intend
By Candle end?
And hold the contract thus in doubt,
Life's Taper out?
Think but how soon the market failes,
Your Sex lives faster than the males,
As if to measure Age's span
The Sober Julian were th'Account of Man,
Whil'st You live by the fleet Gregorian.
By Candle end?
And hold the contract thus in doubt,
Life's Taper out?
Think but how soon the market failes,
Your Sex lives faster than the males,
As if to measure Age's span
The Sober Julian were th'Account of Man,
Whil'st You live by the fleet Gregorian.
Now since you bear a Date so short
Live double for't.
How can thy fortresse ever stand
If't be not man'd?
The Siege so gaines upon the Place,
Thoul't find the Trenches in thy Face,
Pitty thy self then, if not me,
And hold not out, lest (like Ostend) tho be
Nothing but Rubbish at Deliverie.
Live double for't.
How can thy fortresse ever stand
If't be not man'd?
The Siege so gaines upon the Place,
Thoul't find the Trenches in thy Face,
Pitty thy self then, if not me,
And hold not out, lest (like Ostend) tho be
Nothing but Rubbish at Deliverie.
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The Candidates of Peter's chair
must plead great hair,
And use the Simony of a cough
To help them off;
But when I woe thus old and spent,
I'le wed by Will and Testament.
No, let us love while crisp'd and curl'd,
The greatest honours on the aged hurl'd
Are but gay Furlowes for another world.
must plead great hair,
And use the Simony of a cough
To help them off;
But when I woe thus old and spent,
I'le wed by Will and Testament.
No, let us love while crisp'd and curl'd,
The greatest honours on the aged hurl'd
Are but gay Furlowes for another world.
To morrow what thou render'st me
Is Legacie;
Not one of all those rav'nous houres
But thee devours.
And though thou still recruited be,
Like Pelops, with soft Ivorie;
Though thou consume but to renew,
Yet Love, as Lord, doth claime a Herriot due.
That's the best quick thing I can finde of you.
Is Legacie;
Not one of all those rav'nous houres
But thee devours.
And though thou still recruited be,
Like Pelops, with soft Ivorie;
Though thou consume but to renew,
Yet Love, as Lord, doth claime a Herriot due.
That's the best quick thing I can finde of you.
I feel thou art consenting ripe
By that soft gripe.
And those regealing christal spheares
I hold thy teares,
Pledges of more distilling sweets,
The Bath that ushers in the sheets,
Else pious Julia (Angel-wise)
Moves the Bethesda of her trickling eyes
To cure the spittle-world of maladies.
By that soft gripe.
And those regealing christal spheares
I hold thy teares,
Pledges of more distilling sweets,
The Bath that ushers in the sheets,
Else pious Julia (Angel-wise)
Moves the Bethesda of her trickling eyes
To cure the spittle-world of maladies.
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