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WILLIAM STRODE
Grief who need fear That hath an ear? Down let him lie And slumbring die, And change his soul for harmony.
��THOMAS STANLEY 406 The Relapse
TURN away those cruel eyes, The stars of my undoing' Or death, in such a bright disguise, May tempt a second wooing.
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��Punish their blind and impious pride, Who dare contemn thy glory;
It was my fall that deified
Thy name, and seaPd thy story.
Yet no new sufferings can prepare A higher praise to crown thee,
Though my first death proclaim thee fair, My second will unthrone thee.
Lovers will doubt thou canst entice
No other for thy fuel, And if thou burn one victim twice,
Both think thee poor and cruel.
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