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To I. C.
Rob'd by his Man
Andrew.
Sir, whom I now love more, than did the good
Saint Martin, that all-naked-Flesh-and-blood,
Whose Cloake (at Plimmouth spun) was Crab-Tree wood.
Saint Martin, that all-naked-Flesh-and-blood,
Whose Cloake (at Plimmouth spun) was Crab-Tree wood.
His owne was Tammie sure; which made it teare
So soone into a gift; and thou (I feare)
Wilt beg halfe mine, not to bestow, but weare.
So soone into a gift; and thou (I feare)
Wilt beg halfe mine, not to bestow, but weare.
For thy Saint-Andrew sought not out the way
To keepe thee warme, but make thee watch, and pray
That is, for his returne; about, Doomes-day;
To keepe thee warme, but make thee watch, and pray
That is, for his returne; about, Doomes-day;
Worse
