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| Manure thyself then, to thyself be approved [f. 45v] |
| And with vaine outward things be no more moved |
| But to know, yt I love thee, and would be loved.| |
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| To Sr Henry Wooton, |
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| Here is no more newes then vertue, I may as well |
| Tell yo:u Callis, or S:t Michells tale for newes as tell |
| That vice doth here habitually dwell.| |
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| Yett as to gett stomackes we walke vp & downe |
| And toile to sweeten rest, So may god frowne |
| If but to loth both, I haunt Courte or towne.| |
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| For here no one is, from ye extremitye |
| Of Vice, by anie other reason free |
| But yt ye next to him, still is worse then he.| |
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| In this worldes warfare, they whom rugged fate |
| (Godes Comissarie) doth so throughly hate |
| As in ye Courts squadron to marshall their state |
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| If they stand armd, wth seely honesty |
| Wth wishing prayers, & neat Integrity |
| Like Indians gainst Spanish hostes they be
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[CW: om] |