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18. On the Hypocrite.
Hee's like a Reed, that alwaies does reside,Like a well planted Tree, by th'water side;
Hee beares no other fruit, but a vaine bragge
Of formall sanctitie; A very Flagge:
Hee's round, and full of substance, to the show;
But hollow hearted, if enquir'd into:
In peacefull seasons, when the weather's faire,
Stands firme; but shakes, with every blast of Aire.
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