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Epigram. 40. Ad Risum.
Laughter to thee that art mirths eldst-begot,My sportiue idlenesse I dedicate;
Good shew thy teeth, or if thou hast them not,
Let's see bare gums, these threed: bare smiles I hate,
To see ones lippes drawne in a direct line,
Yawne me, and laugh, vntill thou fall to coughing,
And on thy hip-bone lay that hand of thine,
And sweare thy hart is almost broke with laughing,
Your Puritanicke laugh I doe detest,
And heare them say; 'tis pretty; Hang your pretties
Laugh till thou haue the Hickocke in thy chest,
Else get, and sit, and laugh amongst the petties:
Shall I speake plaine? I do not care a f.
For ha ha hes that come not from the hart.
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