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In nobler pitty, surely hath assign'dA cure, for ev'ry mischiefe of the Minde:So this revenge (perhaps) was but to trieOur patience first, and then our industrie.Since hee ordain'd, that beautious Truth should stillBe overcast, and hid from humane skill;Sure he affects that Warre, which Schoole-men wage;When to know Truth, doth make their knowledge, rage:So Truth, is much more precious than our peace;Though some fond Politicks, esteeme her lesse:Lazy obedience, is to them devout;And those rebellious, that dispute, or doubt,But you (my Lord) must Valiantly despiseTheir threats, that would keep Knowledge in disguise;And toyle with Languages to make her cleere;Which is, to be a just Interpreter.And this selected Peece, which you translate,Foretells, your Studies may communicate,From darker Dialects of a strange Land,Wisdome, that here th'unlearn'd shall understand.What noble wonders may in time appeare,When all, that's forreigne, growes domestick here?

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