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Folly would needs make me a Lover be,
When I did litle thinke of loving thought;
Or ever to be tyde, while shee told me
That none can liue, but to these bands are brought.
I (ignorant) did grant, and so was bought,
And sold againe to Lovers slavery:
The duty to that vanity once taught,
Such band is, as wee will not seeke to free.
Yet when I well did understand his might,
How he inflam'd, and forc'd one to affect:
I loud and smarted, counting it delight
So still to waste, which Reason did reject.
When Love came blind-fold, and did challenge me.
Indeed I lov'd, but wanton Boy not hee,