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LOVES Freedome.
VVHy should man be only ty'd
To a foolish Female thing,
When all Creatures else beside,
Birds and Beasts, change every Spring?
Who would then to one be bound,
When so many may be found?
Why should I my selfe confine
To the limits of one place,
When I have all Europe mine,
Where I list to run my race.
Who would then to one be bound,
When so many may be found?
Would you thinke him wise that now
Still one sort of meat doth eat,
When both Sea and Land allow
Sundry sorts of other meat?
Who would then to one be bound,
When so many may be found?
E're old Saturne chang'd his Throne,
Freedome raign'd and banish'd strife,
Where was he that knew his own,
Or who call'd a woman wife?
Who would then to one be bound,
When so many may be found?
Ten times happier are those men
That enjoy'd those Golden daies:
Untill time redresse't againe
I will never Hymen praise.
Who would then to one be bound,
When so many may be found?