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OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 5. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE FIRST EPIGRAM, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: Lockly spits apace, the rheum he calls it
Last Line: Tis no humour hurts, it is thy humour.
Subject(s): Illness


Lockly spits apace, the rheum he calls it,
But no drop (though often urged) he straineth
From his thirsty jaws, yet all the morning
And all day he spits, in ev'ry corner;
At his meals he spits, at ev'ry meeting;
At the bar he spits before the fathers;
In the court he spits before the graces;
In the church he spits, thus all profaning
With that rude disease, that empty spitting:
Yet no cost he spares, he sees the doctors,
Keeps a strict diet, precisely useth
Drinks and baths drying, yet all prevails not.
'Tis not China (Lockly), Salsa Guacum,
Nor dry Sassafras can help, or ease thee;
'Tis no humour hurts, it is thy humour.





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