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So I (they thought) did cunningly resigneRather than give, what could no more be mine:And they receiv'd thee not, from bounteous Chance,Or mee; but as their owne inheritance.This, when I heard, I cancell'd my fond Will;Tempted my faith to my Physitians skill;To purchase health, sung prayses in his Eare,More than the Living of the Dead would heare.For though our gifts, buy care, nought justly payesPhysitians love, but faith, their art, but prayse:Which I observ'd; now walke, as I should seeA death of all things, save thy memorie.But if this early Vintage shall createNew wishes in my blood, to celebrateThee Endimion, and thy Muse, thy large heart,Thy wisdome that hath taught the world an artHow (not enform'd by Cunning,) courtship maySubdue the minde, and not the Man betray:If mee (thy Priest) our curled Youth assigne,To wash our Fleet-street Altars with new Wine;I will (since 'tis to thee a Sacrifice)Take care, that plenty swell not into vice:

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