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- # SHAKESPEARES
## 142
I One is my finne, and thy deare vertue hate,
Hate of my finne, grounded on sinfull louing,
O but with mine, compare thou thine owne state,
And thou fhalt finde it metrits not reproouing,
Or if it do, not from thofe lips of thine,
That haue prophan’d their scarlet comments,
And feald falfe bonds of loue as oft as mine,
Robd others beds reuenses of their rents.
Be it lawfull I loue thee as thou lou’ft thofe.
Whome thine eyes wooe as mine importune thee,
Roote pittie in thy heart that when it growes,
Thy pitty may deferue to pittied bee.
If thou dooft feeke to haue what thou dooft hide,
By felfe example mai’ft thou be denide.
## 143
I Oe as a carefull hufwife runnes to catch,
One of her fethered creatures broake away,
Sets downe her babe and makes all fwift dispatch.
In purfuit of the thing the would haue ftay:
Whilft her neglected child holds her in chace,
Cries to catch her whofe bufie care is bent,
To follow that which flies before her face:
Not prizing her poore infants discontent;
So runft thou after that which flies from thee,
Whilft I thy babe chace thee a farre behind,
But if thou catch thy hope tufne back to me:
And play the mothers part kiffe me, be kind.
So will I pray that thou mai’ft haue thy Will,
If thou turne back and my loude crying ftill.
## 144
T’Wo loues I haue of comfort and difpaire;
Which like two spirits do fugieft me ftill,
The better angell is a man right faire:
The worfer spirit a woman collour’d il.
To win me foone to hell my femall euill,
Tempteth
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