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The Whore of Babylon (Quarto, 1607)
The Whore of Babylon.
526And windes it vp to height, or hurles it down,
532Faire, double-leaued doores, where light comes forth
533To cheere the world, neuer to open more?
534Would you haue all your
slūbers turn'd to dreams,
535Frightfull and broken? would you see your Lords
537Locking their graue, white, reuerend heads in
steele?
538If so, you cannot for all Fairie land
539Find men to fit you better.
540
Titan.
Florimell,
541Breathes there in you Fidelies spirit?
542
Flor.
No Lady.
545With golden chords; Angels guide on your tongue.
547Would to their mitred fortunes tie our fates:
548Our Fairie groues are greene, our temples
stand
549Like goodly watch-towers, wafting pa
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engers
550From rockes, t'arriue them in the Holy land:
551Peace (here) eats fruits, which her own hād hath sown,
552Your lambes with lyons play: about your throne,
553The Palme, the Lawrell, and the abundant Vine
554Grow vp, and with your roses doe entwine.
555But if these gripe your Scepter once,
556
Titan.
What then?
560In nothing (but in miserie) youle be great:
562In their rough torrent, Fairie townes and towers,
563And drownd our fields in Marianaes daies,
564Will (in a mercile
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e inundation)
Couer