an Heroick Poem.
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80.But, Goltho, flie from Lust's experiments, Whose heat we quench much sooner than asswage,To quench the Fornace-lust stop all the vents, For give it any Air the Flames will rage.
FINIS.
POST-SCRIPT
To the Reader.
I Am here arriv'd at the middle of the Third Book, which makes an equal half of the POEM; and I was now by degrees to present you (as I promised in the Preface) the several Keys of the main Building; which should convey you through such short Walks as give an easie view of the whole Frame. But 'tis high time to strike Sail, and cast Anchor (though I have run