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Suspitious boldnes to this place belongs [f. 46] |
And to have as many eares as all have tongues |
Tender to know, tough to acknowledge wronges.| |
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Beleeve me S:r in my youthes giddiest daies |
When to be like ye courte, was a plaies praise |
Plaies were not so like courtes, as courtes are like plaies.| |
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Then lett vs at theis mimicke Anticques ieast |
Whose deepest proiects, and egregious giestes |
Are but dull moralls of a game at Chestes |
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But now it is incongruity to smile |
Therefore I end, And bid farewell a while |
At Court, though from Court were ye better stile |
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To Sr Henry Goodyere.| |
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Who makes ye past, a paterne for next yeare |
Turnes noe new leaf, but still the same things read |
Seene thinges he sees againe, heard thinges doth heare |
And makes his life, but like a paire of beades
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