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| Vpon the waters face; Nor in the Deepe [f. 41v] |
| Sincke like a lead without a line; But as |
| Fishes glide leaving noe print when they passe, |
| Nor making sound; Soe closelie thy Course goe, |
| Lett Men dispute, whether thou breath, or noe. |
| Onelie in this one thing bee noe Gallenist. To make |
| Courts hott ambitions, wholsome; doe not take |
| A dramme of countrie dulnes, doe not add |
| Correctives, but as Chimickes purge the badd. |
| But S, I advise not yow, I rather doe |
| Saie ore those lessons, which I learn'd of yow. |
| Whome free from Germane Schysmes, and lightnes |
| O'f France, and faire Italies faithlesnes, |
| Hauing from these suck'd all they had of worth |
| And brought home that faith, wch yow carryed forth |
| I throughlie loue. But if my self, I haue wonne |
| To knowe my rules; I haue, and yow haue |
| Donne. |
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| The Storme. To Mr Christopher Brooke. |
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| Thou, which art I, (t'is nothing to bee soe,) |
| Thou which art still thy self, by these shall knowe |
| Part of our Passages; and a hand or Eie |
| By Hilyard drawne is worth a Historie
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