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To the Reader of my Epigrams and Satyrs.
Reader! that we may stil be friends be wise!And read no more of me, I thee advise!
Somewhere thou'lt find thy selfe abus'd, and hate
My naked truths, and so repent too late:
Some sawcie line, if they, not give offence,
The duller yet, wil vex thy patience.
Why wrot I then, me thinks I hear it sed,
If I not meant the Satyrs should be read?
Read on then at your peril! but see you
Read as I writ, having nought els to do.
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