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Pert is Faustulus, and pleasing,
Cup brim full, and corpse in Season.
Yea, my merry Mates and I too,
Oft the Cardinal's Hat do fly to,
Where a Hart's-Horns we carouse it,
As Minerva doth infuse it:
But Actæon sick o' th' Yellows,
Mews his Wife up from Good-fellows.
Under th' Sign of Pipe still fuming,
and the Bush for ever flaming;
Mulciber the Motion moving,
With Nose-burning Master shaming,
A Shop neighbouring near Iacco,
Where Young vends his old Tobacco:
As you like it; sometimes sealed,
Which Impression's since repealed:
As you make it; he will have it,
And in Chart and Front engrave it:
Harmless, but no artless End
Close I here unto my Friend.
The End of the Second Part.
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