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To Crispinus.
Crispinus 'cause you lately writ a play,And then didst put't in print the other day,
You think your self to be a profest Poet,
And where you come, believe, that all men know it:
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That now you dare amidst the Homers croud;
And 'cause you'have sipt a little, think you'are free
Oth' learned Arts, and of their companie:
Intrude not yet Crispinus! thou'rt not fit
For th'Muses quire, thine is but suburb wit.
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