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13. To the Reuerend, Learned, and Iudicious, Thomas
Worall, Doctor in Diuinity, and Chapaline to the right
Reue. Father in God, George, L. Bishop of London.
Of my reprehending Epigrams.
It is for one of your gifts, and your place,
To looke bold-staring-black sinne in the face,
To wound, and launce with the two-edged blade,
To clense, and heale those wounds that you haue made:
Yet suffer me, with my sharp-merry pinne,
To prick the blisters of some itching sinne.
And though Diuines, iustly loose Rymes condemne,
My tart, smart, chiding Lines doe not contemne.
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