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A Schismatick in Love.
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A Schismatick in Love.
[I]
Mistake me not, I am not of that mind,To hate all Women kinde;
Nor can you so my patience Vex,
To make my Pen Blaspheme your Sex:
Or with my Satyres bite you;
Yet there are some in your free State,
Some things in those who are Candidate;
That he who Loves, or is himself, must hate;
Yet I'le not therefore slight your
For I'm a Schismatick in Love,
And what makes men adore it?
In me does more affection move,
I love the better for it.
II
I vow I am so far from loving none,That I Love every one;
If Fair, or Neat, I must, if Brown she be,
She's Lovely, and for sympathie;
'Cause we're alike I love her:
If Tall, she's Proper; and if Short,
She's humble, and I love her for't;
Small, Pretty; Fat is pleasant; ev'ry Sort
Some gracefull good discover:
If Young, she's plyant to the Sport,
And though her Vlsage carry
Gray Hairs and wrinkles; yet I'le court,
And so turn Antiquary.
III
Be her Hair Red, be her Lips Gray, or Blew,Or any other hue;
Or has she but the Ruins of a Nose,
Or but Eye-sockets, Ile Love those;
Though Skales, not Skin doth cloath her;
Though from her Lungs, the Sent that comes
Does Rout her Teeth; out of her Gums
Ile count all those for high Encomiums,
Nor will I therefore loath her;
There are no Rules for Beauty, but
'Tis as Fancy makes it,
Be you but kind, I'le say you're Fair,
And all for truth shall take it.
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