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62 Contract thy smiles, if that they go too far, And let thy frowns be such as threaten war: That face which nature sure never intended Should e'er be marr'd, because 't could ne'er be mended. Take no corruption from thy grandame Eve; Rather want faith to save thee, than believe Too soon; for credit me 'tis true, Men most of all enjoy when least they do.

is a thing which in the light Is seldom us'd; but in the night It serves the maiden female crew, The ladies, and the good-wives too. They use to take it in their hand, And then it will uprightly stand; And to a hole they it apply, Where by its good-will it would die: It spends, goes out, and still within It leaves its moisture thick and thin.

little boy, to show his might and power, Turn'd Io to a cow, Narcissus to a flower; Transform'd Apollo to a homely swain, And Jove himself into a golden rain. These shapes were tolerable, but by th' mass! He's metamorphos'd me into an ass.

first, fair mistress, I did see your face, I brought, but carried no eyes from the place: And, since that time, god Cupid hath me led In hope that once I shall enjoy your bed. But I despair; for now, alas! I find, Too late for me, the blind does lead the blind.