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Bee strong enough, and Nature doe admitt Seauen to bee borne att once, I send as yett Butt six, they saie the Seauenth hath still some Maime, I choose your iudgment, which the same degree Doth with her sister, your invention hold As fire these drossie rimes to purifie; Or as Elixar, to change them to Gold; Yow are that Alchimist, which allwaies had Witt, whose one sparke could make good things of bad. Here is no more newes then vertue: I may as well Tell yow Cales, or St Michells tale for newes, as tell That Vice doth here habitually dwell. Yett as for stomacks, wee walke vp, and downe And toyle to sweeten rest, so maie God frowne If but to loth both, I hant Court, or towne. For heere no one is from the extremitie Of vice, by any other reason free, But that the next to him still, is worse then hee In this worldes warfare, they whome rugged fate, Gods commissarie doth so throughly hate, As in the Courtes sqadrons to Marshall their state. If they stand armd with silly honestie With wishing Prayers, And neate Integritie. Like Indians, gainst Spanish hosts they bee. |
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