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And each ringlet of her hair
An enchantment, or a snare
For to catch the lookers-on;
But herself held fast by none.
Let her Lucrece all day be,
Thais in the night to me.
Be she such as neither will
Famish me, nor overfill.
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667. THE ROSEMARY BRANCH.
Grow for two ends, it matters not at all,
Be 't for my bridal or my burial.
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669. UPON CRAB. EPIG.
Crab faces gowns with sundry furs; 'tis known
He keeps the fox fur for to face his own.
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670. A PARANÆTICALL, OR ADVISIVE VERSE, TO
HIS FRIEND, M. JOHN WICKS.
Is this a life, to break thy sleep,
To rise as soon as day doth peep?
To tire thy patient ox or ass
By noon, and let thy good days pass,
Not knowing this, that Jove decrees
Some mirth t' adulce man's miseries?
