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Suspitions boldnes to this place belonges, And to haue as many eares, as all haue tounges Tender to knowe, tough to acknowledge wronges. Beleeue mee Sr. In my youths giddiest daies When to bee like the Court, was aplaies praise Plaies were not so like Courtes, as Courtes are like plaies Then lett vs att these Mimique Antiques iest Whose deepest proiects, and Egregious gests Are butt dull Moralls of a game att Chests. But now tis Incongruitie to smile Therefore I end and bid farewell a while Att Court; Though from Court were the better stile.| Sr. More then kisses letters mingle Soules; For thus friends absent speake. This ease controules The tediousnesse of my life: But for these I could Ideate nothinge which could please But I should wither in one daie, and passe To a Bottle of haie, that am a lock of grasse. Life is a voyage, and in our lifes waies Countries, Courts, Townes, and Rocks, or Remoraes They breake or stop all ships, yet our state is such That though then Pitch they staine, worse wee mvst touch If in the furnace of the raginge line, Or vnder the aduerse ioy Poles thou pine; Thou knowst two temperate Regions girded in, [CW: Dwell.] |
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