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So bale thou art, that bafer cannot be,
Th' excrement adiiftion of me.
But I am weary to dilate your Ihame,
Nor is't my pleafure thus to blur your name,
Only to raife my honour to the Skies,
As objects befl appear by contraries.
But-^ Arms, and Arts I claim, and higher things,
The princely qualities befitting Kings,
Whofe profound*' heads I line with policies,
They'r held for Oracles, they are fo wife.
Their wrathful looks are death their words are laws [27]
Their Courage it foe, friend, and Subje6l awes;
But one of you, would make a worthy King
Like our lixth Henry (that fame virtuous '"■ thing)
That when a Varlet ftruck him o're the fide,
Forfooth you are to blame, he grave reply'd.
Take Choler from a Prince, what is he more
Then a dead Lion, by Beafls triumph'd oVe.
Again you know, how I a6l every part
By th' influence, I fi;ill fend from the heart:
It's nor your Mufcles, nerves, nor this nor that
Do's ought without my lively heat, that's flat: '
Nay th' ftomack magazine to all the reft
Without my boyling heat cannot digeft:
And yet to make my greatnefs, ftill more great
What differences, the Sex? but only heat.
/ Thus. g Serene. f^ worthy.
i After this the first edition has, —
The fpongy Lungs, I feed with frothy blood. They coole my heat, and fo repay my good.
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