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LXXXIV
TO SABINUS

Surly and Sour thou dislik'st Mankind;
But most thou hat'st the Company thou'rt in;
Seest all their Faults, but to thy own art blind:
Yet still thou cry'st, When shall we meet agen?
Thou can'st not sit at Home, what should'st thou read?
For all are Fools, thou know'st that ever writ.
What should'st thou do abroad? this Age does breed
A sort of Vermin, have not half their Wit.
Thou hat'st the World, hate Flesh and Devil so,
And, for a blessed End, to Burnet's go;
But, for thy Misery, th'art an Atheist too.