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- # THE LOVERS
Could scape the haile of his all hurting'ayme,
Shewing faire Nature is both kind and tame:
And valid in them did winne whom he would maime,
Against the thing he fought, he would exclaim,
When he most burnt in hart-wifht luxurie,
He preacht pure maide, and praisd cold chastitie.
Thus merely with the garment of a grace,
The naked and concealed feind he couerd,
That th'wexperflot gave the tempter place,
Which like a Cherubin aboue them houerd,
Who young and fample would not be fo louerd.
Aye me! fell, and yet do question make,
What I should doe againe for fuch a fake.
O that infected moysture of his eye,
O that falfe fire which in his cheeke fo glowd:
O that forc'd thunder from his heart did flye,
O that fad breath his spungie lungs bestowed,
O all that borrowed motion seeming owed,
Would yet againe betray the fore-betrayed,
And new peruert a reconciled Maide.
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