Democritus, or Doctor Merry-man his Medicines against Melancholy humors. Written by S. R. [i.e. by Samuel Rowlands] |
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[Hyppocrisie was kind, and vs'd me well] |
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[Hyppocrisie was kind, and vs'd me well]
Hyppocrisie was kind, and vs'd me well,So long as I had any land to sell:
Many a (God saue you louing sit) I had,
For your good health I am exceeding glad.
What is the cause you are a stranger growne?
The meate doth me no good I eate alone
Without your company, pray let me haue it,
Of all the kindnesse in the world I craue it.
When will you ride? My Gelding's yours to vse,
The choysest Chamber that I haue, come chuse,
And lodge with me, commaund what ere is mine,
Shall we two part without a quart of Wine?
That were a wonder, giue it sure I will,
Your presence glads me, I do wish it still.
This vsage I had daylie at his hand,
Till he had got an intrest in my land:
And then I try'd his welcomes in my want
To be, Sir I assure you Coyne is scant.
If you some good security could make:
But sure to wast my wealth I know not how,
Were folly, what you haue bin, is not now.
I wish you were the man I knew you late,
Faith I am sory y'are in this estare:
You should haue thought vpon this thing before,
Patience is all, and I can say no more.
My busines now doth hasten me away,
I would faine drinke with you, but cannot stay;
Vrgent occasions force me, take my leaue,
I wish you well, and so I pray conceiue.
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