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On his elaborated Art-contrived Playes.
An Epigram.
Each like an Indian Ship or Hull appearesThat tooke a voyage for some certaine yeares
To plow the sea, and furrow up the main,
And brought rich Ingots from his loaden brain.
His Art the Sunne; his Labours were the lines,
His solide stuffe the treasure of his lines.
Wil. Hodgson.
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