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Epig. 12. To James Nevill Esquire.

Beleeve me (Sir) this Town's all on a flame,
London we now, may well Lutetia name,
Perfumes without, but plaisters are within,
(Take heed how with a Citty Dame you sin)
I'le sooner enter a Cole-mine, although
The reaking ventage were damd up, then go
To one of those, they Ætna alwaies beare
Beneath the navell; tremble (Sir) and feare.
“O'tis a fatall object, and a Dire,
“To see Saint Anthony triumph in fire.
You'l say, to whom then would you love professe,
T'a Country Damsell, in a City Dresse.