_The Globe’s thy Studye; for thy boundless mind In a less limit cannot be confind. Gazing, I here admire: thy very lookes Shew thou art read as well in men, as bookes. He that Shall Scan thy face, may judge by it, Thou hast an Headpeece that is thronged with n’t._ I·F __Read_, but don’t _Practice_: for the Author findes, They which live _Honest_ have most quiet mindes._…
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