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In Cotilum. Epig. 63.
Cotilus thou art calld a pretty man,I hear, but tell, what is that pretty than?
Hee's pretty, that in order curles his haire,
Or smells all baulm or Cinnamon most rare.
That Nile's loose songs, or Gaditane doth sing,
And into various modes his arms doth swing.
Hee that in crowds of females wasts the day,
And in their ears has somewhat still to say,
That reades; then writes new letters here and there,
And nicely leanes not on his neighbor's chair:
That knowes whom each man loves, that runs through feasts,
Blazons Nirpinus great Grand-Fathers crests.
What sayst? is this thy pretty man? this tool?
He then that's pretty's but a fribling fool.
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