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Epigr. 36.
The peasant Corus of his wealth doth boast,Yet he scarse worth twise twenty pounds at most,
I chanc'de to worde once with this lowsie swayne.
He calde me base, and beggar in disdaine.
To try the trueth hereof I rate my selfe.
And cast the little count of all my wealth.
See how much Hebrew, Greeke, and Poetry,
Latin, Rhetorique and Philosophye.
Reading and sense in sciences profound,
All valued, are not worth forty pounds.
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