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Criticks Are Like Brushers Of Noblemens Cloaths.

The Bit That One Eates, No Friend Makes.

An Old Mans Staffe Is The Rapper Of Deaths Doore.

Faire Words Makes Mee Looke To My Purse.

God's Breath In Man Returning To His Birth, The Soul In Paraphrase, Heart In Pilgrimage.