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Satyra 4a. |
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Well, I maie now receiue, and die: My Sinne [f. 14] |
Indeede is great, but I haue bene in |
A Purgatorie, and as fear'd Hell is |
A recreation, and skant Mappe of this. |
My Mind, nor with Prides Itche, nor yet hath bene |
Poisoned with Loue to see, or to bee seene. |
I had noe Suite there, nor new Sute to showe, |
Yet went to Court. But as Glaze wch did goe |
To a Masse in iest, catc'hd, was faine to disburse |
The hundred Markes, wch is the Statutes Curse |
Before hee scap't: Soe it pleas'd my Destinie |
(Guiltie of my Sinne of going) to thinke mee |
As prone to all Ill, and of good, as forgett= |
Full, as proud, lustfull, and as much in debt, |
As vaine, as witles, and as false as they |
Wch dwell at Court, for once going that way |
Therefore I suffered thys; Towardes mee did runn |
A thing more strang, then on Nilus slyme the Sunne |
Ere bredd; Or all wch into Noahs Arke came. |
A thing wch would haue pos'd Adam to name, |
Stranger then seven Antiquaries Studies, |
Then Affrique-Monsters, Guiana's rarities. |
Stranger then strangest. One who for a Dane |
In the Danes Massacre had sure bene slaine |
If hee had lyu'd then, and without helpe dyes, |
When next the Prentizes against Strangers rise. |
One whome the Watche at Noone let's scarse go by,
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[CW: One] |