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Epigram. 45. In Rollonem.

Rollo hath made away a faire estate,
Well seated Lord-ships, goodly Mannor places,


And now they say he walkes a simple mate:
Hee is no Ianus, hath not many faces,
And yet he hopes and harpes vpon a string,
And here's his comfort: friends he hath in Court,
By them hee'l get some forfeits of the King;
Some Statute-breach, no matter whom it hurt,
Or get some office, or perchance procure
A Corporation for some petty Trade,
Himselfe free on't too, may he not? yes sure
If Beggars may a Company bee made,
Or fooles, or mad-men, some rich charter get,
There is some hope of Rollo's rising yet.