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Gentlemen of base broode.
Gallant that takes the Altitudes on hie,
and like a Fawk'ners Hawke do hood your wife,
Giuing those golden Angels leaue to flye,
your Father kept close prisoners all his life:
you that are Sonne to him that held the Plow,
Transform'd by Gold, into a Gentle now.
and like a Fawk'ners Hawke do hood your wife,
Giuing those golden Angels leaue to flye,
your Father kept close prisoners all his life:
you that are Sonne to him that held the Plow,
Transform'd by Gold, into a Gentle now.
You that are Fashions spie, and Humors Ape,
A silken Asse, a very Veluet Clowne:
A perfect Gull, that lets no Fashions scape,
To swagger it in London, vp and downe.
you that within a suite of Cyuit dwell,
And Garlike was your Fathers onely smell.
A silken Asse, a very Veluet Clowne:
A perfect Gull, that lets no Fashions scape,
To swagger it in London, vp and downe.
you that within a suite of Cyuit dwell,
And Garlike was your Fathers onely smell.
Ile Stabbe yee.
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