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Parting with a Friend on the way.
The horses at their suddain turning, thusTranscribe my self the torn Hippolitus;
No Traytor suffers a more quarter'd Fate
When doom'd to stride from Lud to Bishops-Gate
Hither and thither at once: Thus every sphere
Does by a double Motion interfere:
And when my Native Form enclines mee East
By my first Mover I am ravish'd West.
Peace fond Philosopher, thy Problems done,
No Rest i'th' Point of my Reflection.
My Tropick whirls me to a distant soyl:
The Bullet flying makes the Gun recoyl.
Death's but a separation, though indor'st
With spade and Javelin, we are thus Divorst;
My soul hath taken Wings, and now I feel
My Corps returning to its Principle.
But Death's not all; Reluctance tugs the curse,
With black Despair; Ask but the aged nurse,
She proves salvation from a Death thats mil'd,
He went away just like a Chrisome Child;
But Love (like Cacus) makes me travell so,
My Feet still Contradict me as I goe
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Hunts Counter, and rebounds into your Clime,
My splay foot Journey is both right and wrong,
Backward is forward in the Hebrew toung;
Then since my soul bends North-wards thus with thee,
Let thine the counterpain goe South with me.
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