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Phyrne. |
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Thy flattering Picture, Phyrne, is like to thee, |
Only in this, that you both painted bee. |
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An obscure Writer. |
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Philo, with twelve years study hath been griev'd, |
To'be understood, when will he be believ'd? |
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Klockius so deeply hath sworn, ne'r more to come |
In bawdie house, that he dares not go home. |
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Raderus. |
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Why this man gelded Martiall, I amuse, |
Except himself alone his tricks would use, |
As Katherine, for the Courts sake, put down stews. |
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Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus. |
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Like Esops fellow slaves, O Mercurie, |
Which could do all things, thy faith is; and I |
Like Esops self which nothing; I confess |
I should have had more faith, if thou hadst less; |
Thy credit lost thy credit: 'Tis sin to do, |
In this case as thou wouldst be done unto, |
To believe all: Change thy name: thou art like |
Mercurie in stealing, but ly'st like a Greek. |
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Compassion in the world again is bred: |
Ralphius is sick, the broker keeps his bed.
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[CW: ELEGIES.] |