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Ad Librum suum, Epig. 4.
Among the Stationers th'hadst rather be
(My litle Book) though my shelf's void for thee,
Alas! thou knowst not Madam Rome's disdain,
Great Mars his sons are of a pregnant brain,
Gybes no where are more free: young men and old,
And Boyes their Nose up in derision hold,
Whiles thou shalt hear thy praise, and kisses have,
Thou shalt be toss'd from th'bosome to the Grave.
But thou for fear thou feel'st thy Masters hand,
And thy loose sports should by his reed be scann'd,
(Lascivious Book) thou seek'st to mount abroad,
Go, fly, but home were yet thy safer road.
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