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Befides the life of roots/' of hearbs and plants,

That with lefs coll near home fiipply your wants.

But Mariners where got you fhips and Sails, [12]

And Oars to row, when both my Sifters fails

Your Tackling, Anchor, compafs too is mine,

Which guids when fun nor moon nor ftars do fhine

Ye mighty Kings, who for your lafting fames

Built Cities, Monuments, call'd by your names,

Were thofe compiled heaps of maff}^ ftones

That your ambition laid, ought but my bones/'

Ye greedy mifers, who do dig for gold

For gemms, for ftlver, Treafures w^hich I hold,

Will not my goodly face your rage fuffice

But you will fee, what in my bowels 13'es ?

And ye Artificers, all Trades and forts

My bounty calls you forth to make reports,

If ought you have, to ufe, to wear, to eat.

But what I freely yield, upon your fweat?

And Cholerick Sifter, thou for all thine ire

Well knowft m}^ fuel, muft maintain thy fire.

As I ingenuoufty with thanks confefs,

My cold thy fruitfull heat doth crave no lefs:

But how my cold dry temper works upon

The melancholy Conftitution;

How the autumnal feafon I do fway,

And how I force the grey-head to obey,

I fhould here make a fliort, yet true Narration,

But that thy method is mine imitation.

'' ufe jou have.

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