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 The Four Humours of Man. 133

Then never boafl of what thou doft receive:

For of fuch glory I fhall thee bereave.

But why the heart fhould be ufurp'd by thee,

I muft confefs feems fomething-^ ftrange to me:

The fplrits through thy heat made perfe6l are,''

But the Materials none of thine, that's clear;

Their wondrous mixture is of blood and air.

The firft my felf, fecond my mother " fair.

But He not force retorts, nor do thee wrong,

Thy fi'ry yellow froth is mixt among,

Challeng not all, 'caufe part we do allow;

Thou know'ft I've there to do as well as thou;

But thou wilt fay I deal unequally,

Their lives the irafcible faculty,

Which without all difpute, is Cholers own;

Befides the vehement heat, only there known

Can be imputed, unto none but Fire

Which is thy felf, thy Mother and thy Sire

That this is true, I ealily can alTent

If ftill you take along my Aliment;

And let me be your partner which is due,

So fhall I give the dignity to you;

Again, Stomacks Concoction thou doll claim,

But by what right, nor do'ft, nor canft thou name

Unlefs as heat, it be thy faculty,

And fo thou challengeft her property.'^

y is fomewhat. z are made perfect there. « fitter.

''■ It is her own heat, not thy faculty, Thou do'lt unjultly claime, her property.

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