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The Spyres Curten
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Ev'ry Dame affects good fame, what ere her doings be
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Wise men patience never want
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So sweet is thy discourse to me
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Lift up to heav'n, sad wretch, thy heavy spright
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O Love, where are thy Shafts, thy Quiver, and thy Bow?
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As by the streams of Babylon
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If any hath the heart to kill
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Lighten, heavy hart, thy spright
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In Honour of the Author by Tho: Campion Doctor in Physicke. To the Reader
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