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Good counsel to a young Maid.
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Gaze
not on thy beauties pride,
Tender Maid, in the false tide,
That from Lovers eyes doth slide.
Tender Maid, in the false tide,
That from Lovers eyes doth slide.
Let thy faithfull Crystall show,
How thy colours come, and goe,
Beautie takes a foyle from woe.
How thy colours come, and goe,
Beautie takes a foyle from woe.
Love, that in those smooth streames lyes,
Vnder pitties faire disguise,
Will thy melting heart surprize.
Vnder pitties faire disguise,
Will thy melting heart surprize.
Netts, of passion finest thred,
Snaring Poems, will be spred,
All, to catch thy maiden-head.
Snaring Poems, will be spred,
All, to catch thy maiden-head.
Then beware, for those that cure
Loves disease, themselves endure
For reward, a Calenture.
Loves disease, themselves endure
For reward, a Calenture.
Rather let the Lover pine,
Then his pale cheeke, should assigne
A perpetuall blush to thine.
Then his pale cheeke, should assigne
A perpetuall blush to thine.
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