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OLD MAD-CAPS new Gally-mawfrey.
1. Mad-caps I will not.
MY wretched thoughts, ye wretched thoughts of mine,
How shall my soule your secret essence see,
That thus with passions makes my hart to pine,
With sorrowes force, too forcible for me!
But let me tell ye, whatsoe're ye be,
I will haue helpe for all mine Agony,
And tread vpon ye in your Tyranny.
I will not care for Beauties clearest light,
But shut mine eyes at such an idle looke,
Nor Midas treasure shall bewitch my sight:
I will not be with Gold, for God mistooke,
This worlds best wisdome is a wicked booke,
Whose greatest blisse shal neuer come aboord me,
Nor will I care, for what it can affoord me.