To His Honoured Friend, Sir John Mince

For civil, clean, and circumcised wit,
And for the comely carriage of it,
Thou art the man, the only man best known,
Mark’d for the true wit of a million:
From whom we’ll reckon. Wit came in but since
The calculation of thy birth, brave Mince.

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