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Here you Alcaldos, whose sterne faces looke,
Worse than your Pris'ner's that's deny'd his Booke;
Than Pilat painted like a scalded Cooke.
Worse than your Pris'ner's that's deny'd his Booke;
Than Pilat painted like a scalded Cooke.
Lift all that toyle for pow'r to doe Men wrong,
With penseve Eare, to my prophetick Song!
Whose Magick sayes, your Triumphs hold not long.
With penseve Eare, to my prophetick Song!
Whose Magick sayes, your Triumphs hold not long.
The time is come, you on your selves shall sit;
Whilst Children finde (if they endevour it)
Your learning, Chronicle; Clinches, your Wit.
Whilst Children finde (if they endevour it)
Your learning, Chronicle; Clinches, your Wit.
Ere you a Yeare are dead, your Sonnes shall watch,
And rore all Night with Ale, in house of Thatch;
And spend, 'till Swords are worne in Belts of Match.
And rore all Night with Ale, in house of Thatch;
And spend, 'till Swords are worne in Belts of Match.
Whilst Dover (that his knowledge not imploy's
T'increase his Neighbors Quarrels, but their Joyes;)
Shall in his age; get Money, Girles, and Boyes!
T'increase his Neighbors Quarrels, but their Joyes;)
Shall in his age; get Money, Girles, and Boyes!
Mony, at Cotswald Games shall yearely fly;
Whilst the Precise, and Envious shall stand by,
And see his Min'rall Fountaine never dry.
Whilst the Precise, and Envious shall stand by,
And see his Min'rall Fountaine never dry.
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