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Tyr'de now I'le leave this Place, and but plea'sd soe [f. 18] |
As Men, wch from Iailes to Execution goe. |
Goe through the Great Chamber (why is it hung) |
With the Seuen deadlie Sinnes? Being among |
Theis Ascaparts, Men bigg enough to throwe |
Charing Crosse for a Barr; Men wch doe knowe |
Noe token of worth, but Queenes Man, and fine |
Living Barrells of Beofe, Flaggons of Wine. |
I shooke like a Spied Spie. Preachers wch are |
Seas of Wittes and Artes, yow can; then dare |
Drowne the Sinnes of this Place. For, for Mee |
Who am a shallowe brooke, yt enoughe shall bee |
To washe their Staines awaie, though I yet |
With Machabus* modestie, the Meritt |
Of my worke lessen, yet some wise-man shall |
(I hope) esteeme my Writtes, Canonicall.| |
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Satyra .5a.| |
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Thou shalt not laughe in this leafe Muse, nor they |
Whome anie pittie warnes: Hee wch did lay |
Rules to make Courtiers, (hee being vnderstood |
Maie make good Courtiers, but who Courtiers good?) |
Frees from the stinges of Iestes all who in extreame |
Are wretched, or wicked; of theis two a Theame
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[CW: Charitie] |