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Tixall Poetry.
With one kind looke could win it;
Soe naturally it loves to range,
That it hath left successe for change;
And what was glory in it.
Soe naturally it loves to range,
That it hath left successe for change;
And what was glory in it.
Nay, I to it became a sport,
When I did soundly chide it fort,
It would in smiles be saying,
Your debts of love you must dispaire
To pay to all thats kind or faire,
If long with one you're staying.
When I did soundly chide it fort,
It would in smiles be saying,
Your debts of love you must dispaire
To pay to all thats kind or faire,
If long with one you're staying.
And now, if you are not affraid,
After these truths which I have said,
To take this arrant rover;
Be not displeasd if I protest,
I doubt the hart within your breast
Will prove iust such another.
After these truths which I have said,
To take this arrant rover;
Be not displeasd if I protest,
I doubt the hart within your breast
Will prove iust such another.
