Lawyer.
Be Patient (Doctor,) And take this from mee,
Tis not your Grace: like Habite: aequall Fee:
Satyres: and satyricall epigrams with certaine obseruations at Black-Fryers? By H:F: of Lincolnes-Inne gent:
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- Satyres: and satyricall epigrams with certaine obseruations at Black-Fryers? By H:F: of Lincolnes-Inne gent:
- Author
- Fitzgeffrey, Henry.
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- London :: Printed by Edw[ard]: All-de, for Miles Patrich, and are to be sold at his shop neare S. Dnnstons-Church [sic] in Fleet-street,
- 1617.
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- Epigrams, English -- 17th century.
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"Satyres: and satyricall epigrams with certaine obseruations at Black-Fryers? By H:F: of Lincolnes-Inne gent:." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A00826.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 16, 2024.
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Nor Priuiledges all: (say what you can)
May make you bee, or seeme the better man:
I (as Apollo) am the God, to whome.
All Countryes croutching doe for Counsaile come.
Iudge then my state! how Honored I liue:
How Liberall: Counsaile vnto all I Giue:
How Honest, That am sought too: free from Hate
When men will trust mee with their whole estate.
No not the statelyest Lady in the Land,
Will sticke to put her Case into my hand:
Goe to our Practise! (for my Countries care)
I most am stirring where Contentions are.
You in Infections, and Diseases raining,
Make out of Others losse and Hurt, your gaining.
I to suppresse Deceit, Truth's Causes vrge:
You, Humours to exhale, with Glisters purge.
Mistake not Doctor then, and you shall finde.
It is your Office for to come behinde.