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And when fuch thou art, even luch are we,
The friendly Coadjutors ftill of thee.
Nextly the Spirits thou doft wholly claim,
Which nat'ral, vital, animal we name:
To play Philofopher I have no lift.
Nor yet Phyfitian, nor Anatomift,
For afting thefe, 1 have no will nor Art,
Yet fhall with Equity, give thee thy part
For natural,^ thou dolf not much conteft;
For there is' none (thou fayft) if fome not belt;
That there are fome, and belt, I dare averre
Of greatelt ufe, if reafon do not erre : "
What is there living, which do'nt firlt derive
His Life now Animal, from vegetive:
If thou giv'ft life, I give the'" nourifhment.
Thine without mine, is not, 'tis evident:
But I without thy help, can give a growth
As plants trees, and fmall Embryon know'th
And if vital Spirits, do flow from thee
I am as lure, the natural, from me;
Be ^ thine the nobler, which I grant, yet mine
Shall jultly claim priority of thine.
I am the fountain which thy Ciftern fills [31]
Through warm blew Conduits of my venial rills:
What hath the heart, but what's fent from the liver
If thou'rt the taker, I muft be the giver.
J th' natural. t are.
« More uleful then the relt, don't reafon erre :
-'■ cannot. «» thee. -^ But.
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