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OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 5. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE FIRST EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION

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First Line: LOCKLY SPITS APACE, THE RHEUM HE CALLS IT
Last Line: TIS NO HUMOUR HURTS, IT IS THY HUMOUR.
Subject(s): ILLNESS;
@3Lockly spits apace, the rheum he calls it,
But no drop@1 (@3though often urged@1) @3he 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@1 (@3Lockly@1), @3Salsa Guacum,
Nor dry Sassafras can help, or ease thee;
'Tis no humour hurts, it is thy humour.@1



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