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Epig. XXIII. In Malsanctum.

Beardlesse Malsanctus many doe thee wrong,
To thinke thee so deuout, and yet so yong.
Dost goe to lecturs? I commend thee for it:
But wherefore? to what end? O I abhor it;
To shoot thy darts from a lust-sparkling eye,
Into the breast of some chast Susan by.
Leaue it Malsanctus, marke how I aduise,
Leaue not the Church, but leaue this wicked guise.