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Epigram, to my Book-seller.
Thou, Friend, wilt heare all censures; unto theeAll mouthes are open, and all stomacks free:
Bee thou my Bookes intelligencer, note
What each man sayes of it, and of what coat
His judgement is? If he be wise, and praise,
Thanke him: if other, hee can give no Bayes.
If his wit reach no higher, but to spring
Thy Wife a fit of laughter; a Cramp-ring
Will be reward enough: to weare like those,
That hang their richest jewells i'their nose;
Like a rung Beare, or Swine: grunting out wit
As if that part lay for a [---] most fit!
If they goe on, and that thou lov'st a-life
Their perfum'd judgements, let them kisse thy Wife.
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