llie Four Humours of Alan. 129
And one thing more, to dole up my narration Of all that lives, I caufe the propagation. I have been fparings w^hat I might have faid I love no boafling, that's but Childrens trade. To what you now fhall fay I will attend, And to your weaknefs gently condefcend.
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/'"^OOD Sillers, give me leave, as is my place
^^ To vent my grief, and wipe off my difgrace:
Your felves may plead your wrongs are no whit lefs
Your patience more then mine, I muft confefs
Did ever fober tongue fuch language fpeak, [28]
Or honefty fuch tyes unfriendly break?
Doft know thy felf fo well us lb amifs ?
Is't arrogance^ or folly caufeth this.^
He only fhew the wrong thou'ft done to me.
Then let my lifters right their injury.
To pay with railings is not mine intent.
But to evince the truth by Argument;
I will analyfe this thy proud relation
So full of boafting and prevarication.
Thy foolifh ^ incongruityes He fliow.
So walk thee till thou'rt cold, then let thee go.
j ii^norance. ^ childifli.
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