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You knowe, Phisitians when they would infuse [200] |
Into an Oyle the Soule of Simples, vse |
Places where they may still lye warme, (to choose): |
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So workes Retyrednesse in vs, to rome |
Giddily and bee every where but at home |
Such freedome doth a banishment become |
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Wee are but farmers of our selues, yet may, |
If wee can stock our selues and thriue, vplay |
Much much good Treasure for the greate Rent day |
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Manure thy selfe then, to thy selfe bee approoud, |
And with vayne outward shewes bee no more mou'd |
But to knowe that I loue thee and woulde bee lou'd. |
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To S.r Henry Wotton |
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Heere's no more Newes then Vertue; I may as well |
Tell you Callis or St Michels tales, as tell |
That vice doth heere habitually dwell |
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yet, as to get Stomacks wee walke up and downe |
And toyle to sweeten rest (So may God frowne) |
If (but to loath both) I haunt Court or Towne |
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ffor heere no one is from th'Extremity |
of vice by any other reason free |
But that the next to him's still worse then hee |
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In this worlds warfare, they whome rugged fate, |
Gods Com̀„issary, doth so throughly hate |
As i'th Courts Squadron to Marshall theyr state
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