1 Thinke you to seduce me so with words that haue no meaning, Parets can learne so to speake our voice by peeces gleaning, Nurses teach their children so about the time of weaning. 2 Learne to speake first, then to woe, to woeing much pertaineth, He that hath not Art to hide, soone falters when he faineth, And as one that wants his wits, he smiles when he complaineth. 3 If with wit we be deceiued, our fals may be excused, Seeming good with flatterie grac't, is but of few refused, But of all accurst are they that are by fooles abused.
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