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[illustration] A Farewell to Folly.
FArewell, ye gilded follies, pleasing troubles;
Farewell, ye honor'd rag••, ye christall bubles;
Fame's but a hollow Eccho; Gold, poor clay;
Honour, the darling, but of one short day;
Beauties chief Idoll, but a damask skin;
State, but a golden Prison to live in,
And torture free-born minds; imbroydred trains,
But goodly Pageant••? proudly swelling vains,
And blood alal'd to greatnesse, is but loane,
Inherited, not purchast, not our owne.
Fame, Riches, Honour, Beauty, State, Trains, Birth▪
Are but the fading blessings of the Earth,
I would be rich, but see man too unkinde;
Digs in the bowels of the richest Mine.
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