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349. HER LEGS.
Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg,
Which is as white and hairless as an egg.
350. UPON HER ALMS.
See how the poor do waiting stand
For the expansion of thy hand.
A wafer dol'd by thee will swell
Thousands to feed by miracle.
351. REWARDS.
Still to our gains our chief respect is had;
Reward it is that makes us good or bad.
352. NOTHING NEW.
Nothing is new; we walk where others went;
There's no vice now but has his precedent.
353. THE RAINBOW.
Look how the rainbow doth appear
But in one only hemisphere;
So likewise after our decease
No more is seen the arch of peace.
That cov'nant's here, the under-bow,
That nothing shoots but war and woe.
