64 this] thus 1635-69, O'F, P, S, S96
Twicknam garden.
B LASTED with sighs, and surrounded with teares,
Hither I come to seeke the spring,
And at mine eyes, and at mine eares,
Receive such balmes, as else cure every thing;
5But O, selfe traytor, I do bring
The spider love, which transubstantiates all,