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On Fontinels.
VVhat though Chymera's all defluxions be,That need to have an issues midwifrie;
He that doth good, though he the cause don't know,
There is no cause why he should lesse it do.
Corruption from a roweld horse doth flow:
'Cause th' Farrier knows not, why is it so?
Who truth immers'd, would pluck out of the pit,
Not onely peeps, but doth exantlate it.
To the first moving vesicle tracts the blood:
Hath ebbing, flowing, circling understood:
Whence our impurities spring, knows every mine:
Not fights 'bout words, but can the things define.
He who shows faults, to truth he is no friend:
But he who showing teaches to amend.
Had the acute Van-Helmont faults thus shown,
He had cur'd ours, and not have made his own.
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Prove onely so, the issue of his brain.
Let's Scholers all to Patavie be sent,
Where they for giddy fumes, give hogsheads vent.
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