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Section 906
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1Heere lies a wretched Coarse, of wretched Soule bereft,
2Seek not my name: A Plague consume you, wicked Caitifs left:
3Heere lye I Timon, who aliue, all liuing men did hate,
4Passe by, and curse thy fill, but passe and stay not here thy gate.
5These well expresse in thee thy latter spirits:
6Though thou abhorrd'st in vs our humane griefes,
7Scornd'st our Braines flow, and those our droplets, which
8From niggard Nature fall; yet Rich Conceit