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117. To Porphyrius.
Porphyrius! that is enough to tell,He that doth all things ill doth nothing well.
An Epigram's is too short for such a matter,
His faults but touch'd at brief deserve a Satyre;
And is as an expert Archer hits the white,
So on the Black his Poet needes must light.
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