The Four Humours of Man. 133
Then never boafl of what thou doft receive:
For of fuch glory I fhall thee bereave.
But why the heart fhould be ufurp'd by thee,
I muft confefs feems fomething-^ ftrange to me:
The fplrits through thy heat made perfe6l are,
But the Materials none of thine, that's clear;
Their wondrous mixture is of blood and air.
The firft my felf, fecond my mother " fair.
But He not force retorts, nor do thee wrong,
Thy fi'ry yellow froth is mixt among,
Challeng not all, 'caufe part we do allow;
Thou know'ft I've there to do as well as thou;
But thou wilt fay I deal unequally,
Their lives the irafcible faculty,
Which without all difpute, is Cholers own;
Befides the vehement heat, only there known
Can be imputed, unto none but Fire
Which is thy felf, thy Mother and thy Sire
That this is true, I ealily can alTent
If ftill you take along my Aliment;
And let me be your partner which is due,
So fhall I give the dignity to you;
Again, Stomacks Concoction thou doll claim,
But by what right, nor do'ft, nor canft thou name
Unlefs as heat, it be thy faculty,
And fo thou challengeft her property.'^
y is fomewhat. z are made perfect there. « fitter.
■ It is her own heat, not thy faculty, Thou do'lt unjultly claime, her property.
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