Where, like a pillow on a bed
A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest
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Stand still, and I will read to thee
A lecture, love, in love's philosophy.
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As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls, to go,
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When my grave is broke up again
Some second guest to entertain,
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Some that have deeper digg'd love's mine than I,
Say, where his centric happiness doth lie;
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Here take my picture; though I bid farewell
Thine, in my heart, where my soul dwells, shall dwell.
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No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnal face.
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Kind pity chokes my spleen; brave scorn forbids
Those tears to issue which swell my eyelids;
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Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
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Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
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For the first twenty years since yesterday
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I can love both fair and brown;
Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays;
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I'LL tell thee now (dear love) what thou shalt do
To anger destiny, as she doth us ;
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IF her disdain least change in you can move,
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I scarce believe my love to be so pure
As I had thought it was,
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BLASTED with sighs, and surrounded with tears,
Hither I come to seek the spring,
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To what a cumbersome unwieldiness
And burdenous corpulence my love had grown,
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Your mistress, that you follow whores, still taxeth
you ;
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Thy sins and hairs may no man equal call ;
For, as thy sins increase, thy hairs do fall.
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Thy father all from thee, by his last will,
Gave to the poor ; thou hast good title still.
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Thy flattering picture, Phryne, is like thee,
Only in this, that you both painted be.
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Philo with twelve years' study hath been grieved
To be understood ; when will he be believed?
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Klockius so deeply hath sworn ne'er more to come
In bawdy house, that he dares not go home.
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Why this man gelded Martial I muse,
Except himself alone his tricks would use,
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Like Esop's fellow-slaves, O Mercury,
Which could do all things, thy faith is ; and I
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Compassion in the world again is bred ;
Ralphius is sick, the broker keeps his bed.
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Hark, news, O envy ; thou shalt hear descried
My Julia ; who as yet was ne'er envied.
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I SING no harm, good sooth, to any wight,
To lord or fool, cuckold, beggar, or knight,
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Both robb'd of air, we both lie in one ground ;
Both whom one fire had burnt, one water drown'd
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If in his study he hath so much care
To hang all old strange things, let his wife beware.
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