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To Tom Coriat.
VVhat matters for the place I first came from
I am no Duncecomb, Coxecomb, Odcomb Tom
Nor am I like a wool-pack, crām'd wth Greek,
Uenus in Uenice minded to goe seeke;
And at my backe returne to write a Volume,
In memory of my wits Gargantua Colume.
The choysest wits would neuer so adore me;
Nor like so many Lackies run before me,
But honest Tom, I enuy not thy state,
There's nothing in thee worthy of my hate;
Yet I confesse thou hast an excellent wit:
But that an idle braine doth harbour it.
Foole thou it at the Court, I on the Thames,
So farewell Odcomb Tom, God blesse King James.
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