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Loves Apostacy to his friend Mr. E. D.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Loves Apostacy to his friend Mr. E. D.

Tut, let her goe, can I indure all this,
Yet dye, to doate upon a maydens kisse?
Is there such Magicke in her lookes, that can,
Into a foole, transfigurate a man?
Didst thou not love her? true: and shee disdaine
To meete thy vertue? let her meete her shame.
Were she as faire as she her selfe would be,
Adorn'd with all the cost of bravery:
Could she melt hearts of flint, and from her eye
Give her beholders power to live or die.
I'de rather begge she would pronounce my death,
Then be her scorne, though that preserv'd my breath

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Rise heart! and be not foold; S'foot what a shame
Were it for thee to re-incence one flame
From the declining spark! dost thou not know
As shees a woman, her whole Sex doth owe
To thine all honor? her false heart & pride
Dare not oppose thy faith; then turn high tide,
And let her (since her scorn doth so disease thee)
By her repentance strive again to pleas thee.