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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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