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Of the staid furious Poet Fucus.

F VCUS the furious Poet writes but Plaies;
So playing writes; that's idly writeth all:
Yet idle plaies and players are his stales;
Which stay him that he can no lower fall;
 For he is fall'n into the deep'st decay,
 Where playes and players keepe him at a stay.
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