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Epig. 291. To my deere friend and Pupill, Mr. Henry Twiddy: an other of the same. &c

Looke to your Head, your Hand to me commit;
And I will make it pumpe your head for witt
For Letters fine, that may (in Letters faire)
Lure to your Hand bright Angells through the Aire
Of your faire fame: And when you weary bee
Of entertaining them; then, send for mee,
And I will helpe you; sith they still are blest
That Angells do deceaue, or vvith them rest.
And so (good Ha!) I hope though you bee leane
Youl pray and fast, (and keepe your hands still cleane)
To make you worthy to receaue them still;
And, if you'l vse my seruice, so I will.
Sith most men now wail rather God forsake
Then Angells, which a Man a God do make.