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llie Four Humours of Alan. 129

And one thing more, to dole up my narration Of all that lives, I caufe the propagation. I have been fparings w^hat I might have faid I love no boafling, that's but Childrens trade. To what you now fhall fay I will attend, And to your weaknefs gently condefcend.

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/'"^OOD Sillers, give me leave, as is my place

^^ To vent my grief, and wipe off my difgrace:

Your felves may plead your wrongs are no whit lefs

Your patience more then mine, I muft confefs

Did ever fober tongue fuch language fpeak, [28]

Or honefty fuch tyes unfriendly break?

Doft know thy felf fo well us lb amifs ?

Is't arrogance^ or folly caufeth this.^

He only fhew the wrong thou'ft done to me.

Then let my lifters right their injury.

To pay with railings is not mine intent.

But to evince the truth by Argument;

I will analyfe this thy proud relation

So full of boafting and prevarication.

Thy foolifh ^ incongruityes He fliow.

So walk thee till thou'rt cold, then let thee go.

j ii^norance. ^ childifli.

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