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| SINCE tis my doom, Loves undershrieve, | |
| Why this reprieve? | |
| Why doth she my advowson fly | |
| Incumbency? | |
| Panting expectance makes us prove | 5 |
| The antics of benighted love, | |
| And withered mates when wedlock joins, | |
| Theyre Hymens monkeys, which he ties by the loins | |
| To play alas! but at rebated foins. 1 | |
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| To sell thyself dost thou intend | 10 |
| By candles end, | |
| And hold the contract thus in doubt | |
| Lifes taper out? | |
| Think but how soon the market fails; | |
| Your sex lives faster than the males; | 15 |
| As if, to measure ages span, | |
| The sober Julian were the account of man 2 | |
| Whilst you live by the fleet Gregorian. | |
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| Now since you bear a date so short, | |
| Live double for it. | 20 |
| How can thy fortress ever stand | |
| If it be not manned? | |
| The seige so gains upon the place | |
| Thoult find the trenches in thy face. | |
| Pity thyself then if not me, | 25 |
| And hold not out, lest like Ostend thou be, | |
| Nothing but rubbish at delivery. | |
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| The candidates of Peters chair | |
| Must plead grey hair, | |
| And use the simony of a cough | 30 |
| To help them off. | |
| But when I woo thus old and spent | |
| Ill wed by will and testament. | |
| No, let us love while crisped and curled; | |
| The greatest honours, on the aged hurled, | 35 |
| Are but furlows for another world. | |
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| Tomorrow what thou tenderest me | |
| Is legacy. | |
| Not one of all those ravenous hours | |
| But thee devours. | 40 |
| And though thou still requited be, | |
| Like Pelops, 3 with soft ivory, | |
| Though thou consume but to renew, | |
| Yet Love as lord doth claim a Heriot due; | |
| Thats the best quick thing I can find of you. | 45 |
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| I feel thou art consenting ripe | |
| By that soft gripe, | |
| And those regealing crystal spheres. | |
| I hold thy tears | |
| Pledges of more distilling sweets | 50 |
| Than the bath that ushers in the sheets. | |
| Else pious Julia, angel-wise, | |
| Moves the Bethesda of her trickling eyes 4 | |
| To cure the spittle world of maladies. | |