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Phryne. |
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Thy flattering Picture, Phryne, is like thee, |
Onely in this, that you both painted be. |
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An obscure writer. |
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Philo, with twelve yeares study hath beene griev'd, |
To'be understood, when will he be beleev'd. |
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Klockius so deeply hath sworne, ne'r more to come |
In bawdie house, that he dares not goe home. |
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Raderus. |
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Why this man gelded Martiall I muse, |
Except himselfe alone his tricks would use, |
As Katherine, for the Courts sake, put downe Stews. |
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Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus. |
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Like Esops fellow-slaves, O Mercurie, |
Which could doe all things, thy faith is; and I |
Like Esops selfe, which nothing; I confesse |
I should have had more faith, if thou hadst lesse; |
Thy credit lost thy credit: 'Tis sinne to doe, |
In this case, as thou wouldst be done unto, |
To beleeve all: Change thy name: thou art like |
Mercurie in stealing, but lyest like a Greeke. |
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Compassion in the world againe is bred: |
Ralphius is sick, the broker keepes his bed. |
The end of the Epigrams. |