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The Preface.
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I came now to the incomparable Spencer, against whose Judgment and Practice, I believe scarce any Man will be so bold as to oppose himself;
Assure your self, it fell not all to Ground;
For all so dear as Life is to my Heart,
I deem your Love, and hold me to you bound.
For all so dear as Life is to my Heart,
I deem your Love, and hold me to you bound.
Again.
Go say his Foe thy Shielde with his doth bear.
Afterwards,
More old than Jove, whom thou at first didst breed.
And,
And now the Prey of Fowls in Field he lies.
Nor must Ben. Johnson be forgotten;
Thy Praise or Dispraise is to me alike;
'One doth nat stroke me, nor the other strike.
'One doth nat stroke me, nor the other strike.
Again,
Curst be his Muse, that could lye dumb, or hid
To so me Worth, though thou thy self forbid.
To so me Worth, though thou thy self forbid.
In this Train of Voters for Monosyllables, the inimitable Cowley marches next, whom we must not refuse to hear;
Yet I must on; what Sound is't strikes mine Ear?
Sure I Fames Trumpet hear.
Sure I Fames Trumpet hear.
And a little after,
Come my best Friends, my Books, and lead me on;
'Tis time that I were gone.
'Tis time that I were gone.
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