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A Blush.
STay hasty blood! where canst thou seek
So blest a place as in her cheek?
How can'st thou from the place retire
VVhere beauty doth command desire?
But if thou canst not stay, then show;
Downe to her painting papps below
Flow like a deluge from her breast
VVhere Venus Swannes have built their nest,
And so take glory to disteine
The azure of each swelling vaine;
Thence run thou boyling through each part
Till thou hast warm'd her frozen heart;
But if from love she would retire
Then martyr her with gentle fire
And having search't each secret place
Fly back againe into her face;
VVhere blessed live in changing those
VVhite lillyes to a Ruddy rose: