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 The Four Humours of Man. 143

Shame forc'd the fay, the matter that was mine,

But the Spirits by which it a(Sts are thine ;

Thou fpeakeft Truth, and I can fay no lefs,

Thy heat doth much, I candidly confefs;

Yet without oftentation I may fay,

I do as much for thee another way: ''

And though I grant, thou art my helper here,

No debtor I becaufe it's paid elfe where.

With all your flourifhes, now Sifters three

Who is't that dare, or can, compare with me,

M}' excellencies are fo great, fo many,

I am confounded; fore I fpeak of any:

The brain's the nobleft member all allow,

Its form and Scituation will avow.

Its Ventricles, Membranes and wondrous net,

Galen, Hippocrates drive to a fet;

That Divine Oflpring" the immortal Soul

Though it in all, and every part be whole.

Within this ftately place of eminence.

Doth doubtlefs keep its mighty relidence.

And furely, the Soul fenfitive here lives.

Which life and motion to each creature gives.

The Conjugation of the parts, to th' braine

Doth ftiew, hence flow the pow'rs which they retain

Within this high Built CittadeU doth lye [41]

The Reafon, fancy, and the memory;

' But 3'et thou art as much, I truly fav,

Beholdinsf unto me another wav. « Eflence.

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