“Now therefore, while the youthful hue/Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpire/ At every pore with instant fires,/ Now let us sport us while we may,/ And now, like amorous birds of prey,/ Rather at once our time devour/ Than languish in his slow-clapped…

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“ The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he’s a getting, The sooner will his race to be run, And nearer he’s to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed…

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“But we, by a love so much refined/ That ourselves know not what it is, Inter-assured of the mind, Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss. Our two should therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy…

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“ Cruel and sudden, hast thou since/Purpled they nail in blood of innocence? Wherein could this flea guilty be, Except in that drop which it, sucked from thee? Yet thou triumph’st, and say’st that thou Find’st not thy self nor me the weaker now; Tis true, then learn how false fear be: Just so much honor, when thou yield’st to me, Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from thee.”

I feel as if his making this flea being the bad guy. He making the flea out to be in fear for his life, the way he talks about sucking blood, and then fear, fear of death when its time for the flee to die. Maybe he making him to be part of the flea of how he is scared to die himself.

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