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| Tyr'de now I'le leave this Place, and but plea'sd soe [f. 18] |
| As Men, wch from Iailes to Execution goe. |
| Goe through the Great Chamber (why is it hung) |
| With the Seuen deadlie Sinnes? Being among |
| Theis Ascaparts, Men bigg enough to throwe |
| Charing Crosse for a Barr; Men wch doe knowe |
| Noe token of worth, but Queenes Man, and fine |
| Living Barrells of Beofe, Flaggons of Wine. |
| I shooke like a Spied Spie. Preachers wch are |
| Seas of Wittes and Artes, yow can; then dare |
| Drowne the Sinnes of this Place. For, for Mee |
| Who am a shallowe brooke, yt enoughe shall bee |
| To washe their Staines awaie, though I yet |
| With Machabus* modestie, the Meritt |
| Of my worke lessen, yet some wise-man shall |
| (I hope) esteeme my Writtes, Canonicall.| |
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| Satyra .5a.| |
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| Thou shalt not laughe in this leafe Muse, nor they |
| Whome anie pittie warnes: Hee wch did lay |
| Rules to make Courtiers, (hee being vnderstood |
| Maie make good Courtiers, but who Courtiers good?) |
| Frees from the stinges of Iestes all who in extreame |
| Are wretched, or wicked; of theis two a Theame
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