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Though Titles, and thy blood, made thee appeare,(Oft'gainst thy ease) where these state-Rabbins were;Yet their philosophie thou knew'st was fit,For thee to pitty, more than study it.Safely thou valu'dst Cunning, as 'thad bin,Wisdome, long since, distemper'd into Sin:And knew'st, the actions of th'Ambitious areBut as the fal'se Al'armes in running warre,Like forlorne Scowts (that raise the coyle) they keepeThemselves awake, to hinder others sleepe:And all they gaine, by vex'd expence of breath;Unquietnesse, and guilt; is at their death,Wonder, and mighty noyse; whilst things that beMost deare, and pretious to Mortalitie(Time, and thy Selfe) impatient here of stay,With a grave silence, seeme to steale away;Depart from us unheard, and wee still mourneIn vaine (though piously) for their returne.Thy Bounties if I name; I'le not admit,Kings, when they love, or wooe, to equall it:It shew'd like Nature's selfe, when she doth bringAll she can promise by an early Spring;

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