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Epigr. 27. In Cophum.
Cophus on Antimonium doth plodd,Beleeue me Cophus but you are too bolde,
To search into the secret depth of God:
After Potatoes of resolued golde
The Paracelsians taught you this to doe;
And you will ferett Nature from her denne,
Yee'le make men liue whether they will or no.
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For Cophus they haue taskt you like a noddy,
To study th' immortalitie of the bodie.
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