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- # THE LOVERS
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This is a section titled "THE LOVERS" extracted from a text file, representing a portion of a literary work. It consists of a poem discussing themes of love, deceit, and chastity. The section spans lines 13575 to 13599 of the source file. It was extracted on January 30, 2026.
## Context
The section [THE LOVERS](arke:01KG6S5NCN3SAP3F8TYD5N912P) is part of the chapter [A Louers complaint.](arke:01KG6S4D9EHXPGYH8SACVSG0T2), which is contained within the text file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA). This file is part of the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. The preceding section is [COMPLAINT.](arke:01KG6S5NCN2Y324T110MWNXBJQ) and the subsequent section is [FINIS](arke:01KG6S5NCNSZ5YAKZPFR4BXRP6).
## Contents
The section contains a poem titled "THE LOVERS," which explores the complex and often contradictory nature of love. The poem delves into themes of deceit, feigned virtue, and the betrayal of innocence. It speaks of a "feind" who covers himself with "the garment of a grace," preaching chastity while burning with "hart-wifht luxurie." The poem also reflects on the speaker's regret and questioning of their own actions, lamenting the "infected moysture of his eye" and the "false fire" in his cheek.
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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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