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Except him selfe alone his tricks would vse As Katherin for the courts sake put downe stues| Ralphius is sicke, the Broker keeps his bed.| Tis the yeares midnight, and it is the daies; Lucies, who scarce her selfe seauen howres vnmasks: The Sun is spent, And now his flasks Send forth light squibs, no constant raies The worlds whole sap is suncke The generall balme with Hidroptique earth hath drunke Whether as to the beds=feete, life is shrunke, Dead and enterred; yet all thes seeme to laugh, Compard with mee who am their Epitaph.| Studdie mee then, yow who shall lovers bee At the next world, that is at the next springe For I am every dead thinge In whome loue wrought new Alchimye For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingnesse From dull priuations and leane Emptinesse. [CW: Hee] |
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