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Now rub thine Eye and lend it mee and I
Will take it in my hand, while I apply
Myselfe to search the Gardens of these times
To finde how superstitious Flowers did shine
Of Patience dorst upon each leafe With gold
In letters Capitall that it behold
The same may, then I will restore the same
To tell thy minde how brightest patience came.
And here my Rambling Quill this oreplus flings
Into the Basket fit for Men and Things
And Men it views with superstitions hug'd
Which are both Dead and Living, both thus Lugd.
Will take it in my hand, while I apply
Myselfe to search the Gardens of these times
To finde how superstitious Flowers did shine
Of Patience dorst upon each leafe With gold
In letters Capitall that it behold
The same may, then I will restore the same
To tell thy minde how brightest patience came.
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Into the Basket fit for Men and Things
And Men it views with superstitions hug'd
Which are both Dead and Living, both thus Lugd.
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