Abuses stript, and whipt. Or Satirical essayes. By George Wyther. Diuided into two bookes

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Abuses stript, and whipt. Or Satirical essayes. By George Wyther. Diuided into two bookes
Author
Wither, George, 1588-1667.
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At London :: Printed by G. Eld, for Francis Burton, and are to be solde at his shop in Pauls Church-yard, at the signe of the Green-Dragon,
1613.
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Satire, English -- Early works to 1800.
Epigrams, English -- Early works to 1800.
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"Abuses stript, and whipt. Or Satirical essayes. By George Wyther. Diuided into two bookes." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A15623.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 31, 2024.

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To his mother.

EPIG. 13.

VNgrateful is the child that can forget, The Mothers many paines, her cares, her feares, And therefore though I cannot pay the debt, Due for the smallest drop of your kind teares; This Booke I for acknowledgement do giue you, Wherein you may perceiue my heart▪ my mind; Let neuer false report of me more grieue you, And you shall sure no iust occasion find,

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Loue made you apt to feare those slanders true, Which in my absence were but lately sowne: It was a motherly distrust in you, But those that raisd them are false villaines known For though I must confesse I am indeed, The vilest to my selfe that liues this time, Yet to the world ward I'ue tane such heed, Theres none can spot me with a hainous crime. This I am forct to speake, you best know why, Wherer's that man liuing that dare say I lye.
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