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38 The gum and glist'ning, which, with art And studi'd method in each part, Hangs down the hair, 't Looks (just) as if that day Snails there had crawl'd the hay.

The locks, that curl'd o'er each ear be, Hang like two master-worms to me, That (as we see) Have tasted to the rest Two holes, where they like 't best.

A quick corse, methinks, I spy In ev'ry woman; and mine eye, At passing by, Checks, and is troubled, just As if it rose from dust.

They mortify, not heighten me; These of my sins the glasses be: And here I see How I have loved before. And so I love no more.