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16 Fumus & Aura, convivium.
The Worldling feeds his greedy MindeWith golden Hopes of high Conceipts
(As vain and void as Smoak and Winde)
Which prove in fine but fine Deceipts;
Yet keenly set his Teeth on Edge.
No Mervail though: for, hee must needs
Bee ever light, that ever feeds
On Winde and Smoak (and Chaff and Sedge).
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