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22 For I pass'd o'er the selfsame walk, And did not find one single stalk Of any thing that was to bring This unknown after-after-spring.

Dull and insensible, could'st see A thing so near a Deity Move up and down, and feel no change?

None and so great were alike strange. I had my thoughts, but not your way; All are not born, sir, to the bay: Alas! Tom, I am flesh and blood, And was consulting how I could In spite of masks and hoods descry The parts denied unto the eye: I was undoing all she wore; And, had she walkt but one turn more, Eve in her first state had not been More naked, or more plainly seen. 'Twas well for thee she left the place; There is great danger in that face; But, hadst thou view'd her leg and thigh, And, upon that discovery, Search'd after parts that are more dear (As Fancy seldom stops so near), No time or age had ever seen So lost a thing as thou hadst been.

not, if I stay not here: Hurt lovers, like to wounded deer, Must shift the place; for standing still Leaves too much time to know our ill: Where there is a traitor eye, That lets in from th' enemy All that may supplant an heart, 'Tis time the chief should use some art.