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Epigram. 31. Shroue teusday.
You belly-gods, behold your Bacchanals,The Calends of the Epicures are come,
Fat you with flesh; to morrow't goes from home:
Now lard your lips, and glut your greasie logs,
You Hinxy-hinds, you Bul-biefe-bacon-hogs.
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