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Onely'in this be no Galenist. To make |
Courts hot ambitions wholesome, doe not take |
A dramme of Countries dulnesse; doe not adde |
Correctives, but as chymiques, purge the bad. |
But, Sir, I advise not you, I rather doe |
Say o'r those lessons, which I learn'd of you: |
Whom, free from Germanies schismes, and lightnes |
Of France, and faire Italies faithlesnesse, |
Having from these suck'd all they had of worth, |
And brought home that faith which you carried forth; |
I throughly love, But if my selfe I'have won |
To know my rules, I have, and you have DONNE. |
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To Sr Henry Goodyere. |
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Who makes the Past, a pattere for next yeare, |
Turns no new leaf, but still the same things reads, |
Seene things he sees againe, heard things doth heare, |
And makes his life but like a paire of beads. |
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A Palace, when 'tis that, which it should be, |
Leaves growing, and stands such, or else decayes: |
But he which dwels there, is not so; for he |
Strives to urge upward, and his fortune raise; |
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So had your body'her morning, hath her noone, |
And shall not better; her next change is night: |
But her faire larger guest, to'whom Sun and Moone |
Are sparkes, and short liv'd, claimes another right.
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