Much like a Curre (ſaid I) nay not so wiſe; / For why I know my griefes vnhappie ground, / I ſee the roote from whence my paſſions riſe, / And view the lure, that did my life confound: / O blab-tongue Tantalus, why doſt not eate? / Fondling, t'is I must pine in ſight of meate.
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