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To Mr I. L.|
Of yt short roll of frinds, writt in my hart [f. 31v]
wch wt thy name begins, since ther depart
whether in th'English Prouinces they bee
Or drinke of Po, Sequane, or Danubee
Ther'is none yt somtimes greets vs not; and yett
your Trent is Lethe; yt past vs you forgett.
you do not dutyes of Societies
If frō th'embrace of a lov'd wife you rise,
View your fatt beasts, stretchd barnes, & labord fields
Eate, play, ride, take all ioyes, wch all day yields
And then agayne to your embracemts go
Some howers on vs your frinds, & some bestow
Vpon thy Muse; els both we shall repent
I, that my love, She yt her guifts on thee are spent.
To Mr B. B.|
Is not thy sacred hunger of science
yet satisfied? Is not thy braines rich hive
fullfilld wt hony wch thou dost derive
from the Arts Spiritts & ther Quintessence?
Then weane thy selfe at last, & thee withdraw
frō Cambridge thy old Nource, & as the rest
Here toughly chaw, & sturdily disgest
Th'immense vast Volumes of or Cōmon Law.
And begin soone, least my griefe grieve thee to:
Wch is that yt wch I should haue begonne
In my youths Morning, now late must be donne.
And I, as giddy trauailers, must do
wch stay or sleepe all day, & hauing lost
Light & strength; dark & tyr'd must thē ride post.
If thou vnto thy Muse be maried
Embrace her still: encrease & multiply;
be farr frō me yt strange adultery
To tempt thee & procure her Widowhed.
My Muse (for I had one) because I ame cold
Deuorc'd her selfe: the cause beeing in mee
That I can take no new in bigamee
Not my will only but power doth wthold.

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