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When spice, fruit eaten, and digested pye
Call for waste paper; no man could make shift
How to employ thy writings to his thrift.
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Sunday, July 06, 2014
Yet More Bumf
Richard Corbett (1582-1635), "In Quendam Anniversariorum Scriptorem," lines 15-18, in The Poems of Richard Corbet, Late Bishop of Oxford and of Norwich, ed. Octavius Gilchrist (London: Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807), pp. 52-55 (at 53):