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Richard Lovelace - Missing title : skey: LA BELLA BONA
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                    I.
I cannot tell, who loves the skeleton
Of a poor marmoset; nought but boan, boan;
Give me a nakednesse, with her cloath`s on.

                    II.
Such, whose white-sattin upper coat of skin,
Cut upon velvet rich incarnadin,
Has yet a body (and of flesh) within.

                    III.
Sure, it is meant good husbandry in men,
Who do incorporate with aery leane,
T` repair their sides, and get their ribb agen.

                    IV.
Hard hap unto that huntsman, that decrees
Fat joys for all his swet, when as he sees,
After his `say, nought but his keepers fees.

                    V.
Then, Love, I beg, when next thou tak`st thy bow,
Thy angry shafts, and dost heart-chasing go,
Passe RASCALL DEARE, strike me the largest doe.
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