The letting of hvmovrs blood in the head-vaine With a new Moriffco, daunced by seauen Satyres, vpon the bottome of Diogines Tubbe [by Samuel Reynolds] |
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EPIG. 10. In Meritricem.
Fayth Gentleman, you moue me to offence.In comming to me with vnchast pretence.
Haue I the lookes of a lasciuious Dame?
That you should deeme me fit for wantons game?
I am not she will take lustes sinne vpon her,
Ile rather die, then dimme chast glorious honor.
Tempt not mine eares; an grace of Christ I meane
To keepe my honest reputation cleane:
My hearing lets no such lewd sound come in,
My senses loath to surfet on sweet sinne,
Reuerse your minde, that goes from grace astray,
And God forgiue you, with my hart I pray.
The Gallant notes her words, obserues ner frowns,
Then drawes his purse, & lets her view his crowns,
Vowing that if her kindnes graunt him pleasure,
She shall be Mistris to command his treasure.
The stormes are calm'd, the gust is ouer-blowne,
And she replies with: Yours or not her owne.
Desiring him to censure for the best,
Twa's but her tricke to try if men do iest:
Her loue is lock'd where he may picke the truncke
Let Singer iudge if this be not a puncke.
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