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 128 Anne Bmdjlreefs Works.

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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