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To his beloved friend Master Thomas Nabbes.
Seeing thy Microcosmus, I beganTo contemplate the parts that make up Man
A little World. I found each Morall right:
All was instruction mingled with delight.
Nor are thine like those Poets looser rimes
That waite upon the humours of the times:
But thou dost make by thy Poetick rage
A Schoole of Vertue of a common Stage.
Me thinks the ghosts of Stoicks vexe to see
Their doctrine in a Masque unmasqu'd by thee.
Thou makst to be exprest by action more,
Then was contein'd in all their Bookes before.
Will. Cufaude.
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