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Liberty.
[I]
Though thou hast Wit and Beauty too,Enough to make a Hermit wooe,
And though, you swear your heart is mine,
Yet all this will not make me thine;
My Cupids now are full of eyes,
And that's the reason they'r so wise.
Then Ladies wonder not at me,
If I desire my libertie.
II
'Tis time to call my passions in,That have so long in darkness bin;
For now I see you only play
To win a heart and so away;
She that can number all her store
Of servants, now is very poor:
Then Ladies wonder not, &c.
III
Spring-garden is the Market-placeWhere men are brought up for a face;
Some with their hands, some with their eyes,
Catch any new thing for a prize;
That Lady now grows poor and pines,
Who wants her slaves to dig her mines.
Then Ladies wonder not, &c.
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