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To his deare friend the Authour upon his Microcosmus.
The knowledge of the little World of oldLiv'd in Philosophers, who barely told
Man 'twas himself. Thy learning and thy wit
By breathing life and action into it
Have made that knowledge full. Here men may see
Presented what they ought, what not to be;
Informe and please themselves, and cry it good.
(The World's not wise oft in such gratitude.)
Were the restraint ta'ne off, our eares and sight
Should fetch new shares of profit and delight
From this thy worke or World, and the supplies
That shall from thy Divine Minerva rise.
And friend I hope the stage agen will shine,
In part for mine owne sake as well as thine.
Rich. Broome.
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