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[p. 567] Why shouldst thou longer thus submit 

 To her who to obay's more fitt 

 Least when thy Reason once is lost 

 Thy Liberty too itt will Cost 

 And in the end butt as a slaue 

 A soueraine for Companion haue 

 To say noe worse of Beauty I Conclude 

 It is but an Ilustrious seruitude 



[p. 568] Of Beauty 



Beauty's a fraile & brittle good 

 W^ Sicknes Time & Age doe blast 

 The Rose & Lilly in face thatt budd 

 Hardly are keept & seldome last 

 What hath she then to boast on Sane 

 A fragil life & timely graue 



Beauty wher sweet Graces faile 

 May be Compared vnto this 

 A goodly ship w^^ out her saile 

 A spring her fragrant flower doe miss 

 [p. 569] A day want's Sun or Torch itts Light 

 A shrine want's Saint or Starless night 



But how doth Nature seeme to smother 



The Virtues of this lonely Flower 



Who is of wanton Lust the Mother 



Of toyinge Vanity a Bowre 



Enimy of Peace the Fount wher Pride doe swime 



Th' Incendeary of Strife of Passions Magazen 



[p. 570] Vpon a Patch Face 



Noe Beauty Spots should ladyes weare 



They but the Spots of beauty are 



Who knowes nott this (saue foolish Sotts) 



That Beauty aught to haue noe Spotts 



Some note a Spot that Venus had 



Admitt itt were in one soe badd 



Yett should nott shee haue Spots vpon Her 



That would be held a Maide of Honor 



