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Random Poem of the Day

1Deare, why make you more of a dog then me?
2If he do loue, I burne, I burne in loue:
3If he waite wel, I neuer thence would moue:
4If he be faire, yet but a dog can be.
5Litle he is, so little worth is he;
6He barks, my songs thine owne voyce oft doth proue;
7Bid'n perhaps he fetcheth thee a gloue,
8But I vnbid, fetch euen my soule to thee,
10That lap doth lap, nay lets in spite of spite,
11This sowre-breath'd mate tast of those sugred lips.
12Alas, if you graunt onely such delight
13To witlesse things, then Loue, I hope (since wit


9] clips: hugs, embraces Back to Line
14] “dog” is usually rendered as “clog” Back to Line