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 Con t emulations. 373

��I heard the merry grafhopper then fing,

The black clad Cricket, bear a fecond part,

They kept one tune, and plaid on the fame ftring,

Seeming to glory in their little Art.

Shall Creatures abjeft, thus their voices raifel'

And in their kind refound their makers praife:

Whilft I as mute, can warble forth no higher layes.

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��When prefent times look back to Ages paft,

And men in being fancy thofe are dead,

It makes things gone perpetually to lall,

And calls back moneths and years that long fince fled

It makes a man more aged in conceit,

Then was Methujelah^ or's grand-lire great:

While of their perfons & their a6ls his mind doth treat.

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��Sometimes in Eden fair, he feems to be. Sees glorious Adam there made Lord of all, Fancyes the Apple, dangle on the Tree, That turn'd his Sovereign to a naked thral. Who like a mifcreant's driven from that place. To get his bread with pain, and fweat of face: A penalty impos'd on his backfliding Race.

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