Democritus, or Doctor Merry-man his Medicines against Melancholy humors. Written by S. R. [i.e. by Samuel Rowlands] |
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[An humorons phantasticke Asse]
An humorons phantasticke Asse,Whose wit and wealth were spent,
Did in all companies he came
Boast of his great discent.
And all the Gentlemen he knew,
Vnto his bloud were base:
For he could prooue from Noyes great floud,
His stocke of royall race.
Pray Sir (quoth one) take no more paines
In this same worthy thing;
For it is most apparant plaine,
From what old house you spring.
You may iust proue your pedegree
From Noah to this houre:
Your Ancestors good Masons were,
That wrought on Bable Tower.
And were I as your worship is,
In spight of Bricklers hall,
I would giue Trowell in mine armes,
A Ladder, Tray, and all.
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