The Booke to the Reader

F. T

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If, gentle Reader, thou haue found in me,
Thing which thy stomake hardly can disgest,
Here is discribed an Epythyme,
Warme it and lappe it close vnto thy brest,

It was compounded with great diligence,
Of Symples by an Apothecary,
With trustie and skilfull in that Science,
And from these iiii. verses doth not vary.

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