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Lord, how is Gamester changed his hair close cut.
Here lies, to each her parents ruth.
Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each Muse.
There's reason good, that you good laws should make.
While Beast instructs his fair and innocent wife.
Than his chaste wife though Beast now know no more.
Away, and leave me, thou thing most abhorred.
That neither fame nor love might wanting be.
67. TO THOMAS, EARL OF SUFFOLK
Since men have left to do praiseworthy things.
Playwright, convict of public wrongs to men.
Cob, thou no soldier, thief, nor fencer art.
When Nature bids us leave to live, 'tis late.
To put out the word where thou dost me woo.
84. TO LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD