Democritus, or Doctor Merry-man his Medicines against Melancholy humors. Written by S. R. [i.e. by Samuel Rowlands] |
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[Enuy betwixt two friends, a breach did make] |
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[Enuy betwixt two friends, a breach did make]
Enuy betwixt two friends, a breach did make,And th'one of t'other very hardly spake:
Rayling vpon him, with vntruths and lyes,
And all the slaunders that he could deuise.
Th'other, that no good conceit did lacke,
Gaue him all gratious words behind his backe,
Commending him for a kind honest man,
With as much prayse, as for his life he can:
One that heard this, told him it seemed strange,
That for bad words, so good he did exchange;
But he reply'd, Sir we both lyers be,
I do but slander him, as he doth me.
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