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EPIGRAM XXI.

[I'm sick, said Jack, I faint, I die]

QUOD PETIS, HIC EST.

I'm sick, said Jack, I faint, I die,
Whene'er a coxcomb meets my eye;
Hence daily, hourly, I endure
A pain, that will admit no cure.
“No cure!” quoth Richard, “by the mass!”
“Why learn to dress without a glass.”