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| I shooke like a spyd spye. Preachers w.ch are |
| Greate seas of witt and Art, you can, then dare |
| To drowne the Sinns of this place, for, for mee, |
| Who am a scant brooke, it enough shall bee |
| To wash theyr staynes away. although I, yet, |
| (With Machabes modesty) the Knowne merit |
| Of my worke lessen, yet some wiseman shall |
| (I hope) esteeme my writt Canonicall. |
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| Satyre .5.| |
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| Thou shalt not laugh in this leafe, Muse, nor they |
| Whome any pitty warmes. Hee w.ch did lay |
| Rules to make Courtiers (hee, beeing vnderstood |
| May make Good Courtiers, but who Cortiers good?) |
| Frees from the sting of Iests all who in extreme |
| Ar wretched or wicked. Of these two a theame |
| Charity and Liberty giue mee. What is hee |
| Who officers rage, and suitors misery |
| Can write and iest? If all things bee in all |
| (As, I thinke, since all w.ch were are, and shall |
| Bee, bee made of the same Elements |
| Each thing each thing implyes or represents) |
| Then man is a world in w.ch Officers |
| Ar the vast rauenous seas, and Sutors |
| Springs, now full, now shallow, now dry, wch to |
| That w.ch drownes them runn. These selfe reasons doe
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[CW: Proue] |