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| Sat: 5a. |
| Thou shalt not laugh in this leafe, Muse, nor they [f. 10] |
| Whome any pity warmes. He wch did lay |
| Rules to make Courtiers (he beeing vnderstood |
| May make good Courtiers, but who Courtiers good) |
| Frees from the Stings of ieasts all, who'in extreame |
| Are wretched or wicked: Of these two a theame |
| Charity and Liberty giue me. What is hee |
| Who Officers rage and Suters miseree |
| Can wright and ieast. If all things be in all |
| (As I thinke, since all wch weare are and shall |
| Bee, be made of the same Elements |
| Each thing, each thing implyes or represents) |
| Then man is a world; in which Officers |
| Are ye vast rauishing Seas, and Suters |
| Springs, now full, now shallow, now dry; wch to |
| That wch drownes them run. These selfe reasons do |
| Proue ye World a Man; in wch Officers |
| Are the deuowring Stomack, and Suters |
| Th'Excrement w.ch they voyd. All men are dust; |
| How much worse are Suters who to mens Lust |
| Are made prayes. O worse then dust or wormes meat; |
| For they do'eat you now, whose selues wormes shall eat. |
| They are the Mills wch grind you, yet you are |
| The wind wch driues them; And a wastfull warr |
| Is fought against you, and you fight it. They |
| Adulterate Law, and you prepare ther way |
| Like Wittalls; The'issue your owne ruine is. |
| Greatest, and fayrest Empresse, know you this? |
| Alas, no more then Thames calme head doth know |
| Whose Meades her armes drowne, or whose corne oreflow. |
| You, Sr, whose righteousnesse she Loues, whom I |
| By hauing leaue to serue ame most richly |
| For seruice payd, authorizd now, begin |
| To know and weede out this enormous sin. |
| O age of rusty Iron, some better witt |
| Call it some worse name, yf ought equall itt. |