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Riding I had yo:u, though yo:u still staid there, [f. 47v] |
And in theis thoughts, although yo:u never stirr |
Yo:u came wth me to Micham, and are here.| |
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To Sr Edward Herbert at Julyers |
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Man is a lumpe, where all beasts kneaded be |
Wisdome makes him an Arke, where all agree |
The foole in whom theis beasts, do live a jarr |
Is sport to others, and a Theater, |
Nor* scapes he so, but is himself their prey |
All wch was man in him, is eat away.| |
And now his beasts on one another feed |
Yett couple in anger & new monsters breed. |
How happy is he wch hath due place assigned |
To his beasts, and disaforisted his mind. |
Empald himself, to keepe them out, not in, |
Can sowe, & dares trust corne, where they haue bin. |
Can vse his horse, Goate, Woolf, and every beast |
And is not Ass himself to all the rest. |
Elce, man not only is the heard of swine |
But he is those divells too, wch did incline
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[CW: Them,] |