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To Mr, W. M. Against Absence.
Pedler in Love! thou with the common Art,
Of Trafickers dost fly from Mart to Mart,
Thinking thy passions (false as their false Ware)
Will, if not here, vent in another Fare.
As if thy subtile threat'ning to remove,
From hence could raise the price of thy poor Love.
Thou knowst, the Deer being shot, the Hunter may,
Securely trust him though he run away;
For flying with his Wound the Arrow more,
Does gall and vex him then it did before.
Absence from her you Love (that Love being true)
Is a thin Cloud between the Sun and you;
It does not take the object from your Eye,
But rather makes you abler to descry.
Then know my wandring weake Philosopher,
You vainly take the paines to fly from her,
On whom in absence you must ever think,
For 'tis a kind of seeing when you winke.
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