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Epigr. 36. in festum
Tell Festus that this mirth and iollitie,These suts these feasts, this daily flocking to him,
This gameling and this wanton luxurie,
This carelessenesse, this free heart will vndoe him:
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But his sweete fortunes, whose commaund is such,
That Festus senses quite are ouerthrowne,
Since she gaue him of hers, a little too much.
Then why aduise you him? let it suffice,
That he doth that himselfe must make him wise.
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