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On Clarinda her Answering I and No.
What Crosses are in Love; when ere I comeVVhere fair Clarinda sanctifies the Rome,
(VVith my re-iterated Love-suit) she
VVith I and No, so tempts and tortures me,
That I have lost my Patience; If I cry,
Fair Lady shall I leave you? She says, I;
Agen, she answers me, VVhen I would know,
If I shall wait on her ith' Evening, No;
With these two Words (unpleasingly mis-plac'd)
She gives my fair Affection such Distaste,
I know not what to ask; then do I thunder
Against the God of Love, and (raging) wonder
That such a form where all Perfestion grows,
Should so afflict me with her I's and No's.
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