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In Gallum, Epig. 17.

When th'hast a face of which no woman may
And body without blur, have ought to say,
Why suitors thee so seldom doe repeat
And seek, dost wonder Galla? the fault's great,
As oft as thou and I in the worke joynd,
Thy lips were silent, but thou prat'st behinde.

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Heavens grant that thou wouldst speak, but bridle that,
I'me angry with thy tatling Twit com Twat.
I'de rather hear thee fart: for Symmachus
Says that's a means of laughter unto us.
But who can smile to hear the foolish smack
Of thy loose Toul? and when it gives a crack
Whose minde and mettle will not fall? at least
Speak somthing that may usher in a jest
Of thy C---'s noise: but if thou art so mute,
Articulately learn thence to dispute.