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Sweet Beauty beare this bitterest abuse:
If thou abuse thy selfe, why should not he?
Of whom thou hast, in this Tract, made good vse
(In gaudiest Colours) by out-painting Thee:
Thou canst not hurt me more then by thy Looks,
Then thy good Looks I need not much to waigh:
My sight thy Back, then Forepart better brooks:
Then, when thou seest me turne some other way:
Vnto mine Eyes, thou art a Cockatrice,
Who dost infuse, through them, into my Hart,
The vertue of thy powr, which doth (like Vice )
Wholy confound my single-double Part:
Then, if thou wilt damnme for myne offence,
Looke well on me, to plague my Soule, and Sence.
If thou abuse thy selfe, why should not he?
Of whom thou hast, in this Tract, made good vse
(In gaudiest Colours) by out-painting Thee:
Thou canst not hurt me more then by thy Looks,
Then thy good Looks I need not much to waigh:
My sight thy Back, then Forepart better brooks:
Then, when thou seest me turne some other way:
Vnto mine Eyes, thou art a Cockatrice,
Who dost infuse, through them, into my Hart,
The vertue of thy powr, which doth (like Vice )
Wholy confound my single-double Part:
Then, if thou wilt damnme for myne offence,
Looke well on me, to plague my Soule, and Sence.
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