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They that have powre to hurt, and will doe none,
That doe not do the thing, they moft do fhowe,
Who moaing others, are themfclues as ftone,
Vnmooued, could, and to temptation flow:
They right'y do inherit heauens graces,
And husband natures ritches from expence,
They are the Lords and owners of their faces,
Others, but ftewards of their excellences:
The fommers flowre is to the fommer fweet,
Though to it felfe, it onely liue and die,
But if that flowre with bafe infection meete,
The bafseft weed out-braues his dignity:
For fweeteft things tu'r oe fowreft by their deedes,
Lillies that fefter, fmell far worfe then weeds.
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How fweet and lonely doft thou make the fhame,
Which like a canker in the fragrant Rose,
Doth fpot the beautie of thy budding name?
Oh in what fweets doeft thou thy finnes inclofe!
That tongue that tells the ftory of thy daies,
(Making lafciuious comments on thy fport)
Cannot difpraife, but in a kinde of praife,
Naming thy name, bleffes an ill report.
Oh what a manfion haue thofe vices got,
Which for their habitation chofe out thee,
Where beauties vaile doth couer euery blot,
And all things turnes to faire, that eies can fee!
Take heed (deare heart) of this large priuledge,
The hardeft knife ill vi'd doth loofe his edge.
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Some fay thy fault is youth, fome wantoneffe,
Some fay thy grace is youth and gentle fport,
Both grace and faults are lou'd of more and leffe:
Thou makft faults graces, that to thee refort:
As on the finger of a throned Queene,
The
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