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| All yt is filld, and all yt wch doth fill [f. 48v] |
| All the round world, to man is but a Pill. |
| In all it works not, but it is in all |
| Poysonous, or purgative, or cordiall. |
| For knowledge kindles Calentures in some |
| And is to others Icy Opium. |
| As braue, as true, is that profession then* |
| Wch yo:u doe vse to make; that yo;u know man; |
| This makes it credible; yo:u haue dwelt vpon |
| All worthie books, and now are such a one; |
| Actions are authers; And of those in yo:u |
| Yo:r freinds finde every day a mart of new.| |
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| To the Countesse of Bedford.| |
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| Madame |
| Reason is our soules lefthand, faith her right |
| By theis we reach divinity, that* yo:u |
| Their loues, who haue the blessings of yor sight |
| Grew from their reason, myne from farr faith grew.| |
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| But as although a squint lefthandednes |
| Be vngratious; yett we cannott want yt hand.
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[CW: So] |