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Curelesse, and Carelesse.
In cruell stormes at Sea, and great distresse.The rage of Neptune seeming mercilesse,
Ship-wracke expected, each man full of greife,
A desp'rate fellow fell to eate salt Beefe:
Feeding so greedy that the rest admir'd,
And what might moue him therevnto requir'd?
Marry (quoth he) you see we must be drown'd,
And I doe feede vpon salt Meat, thus sound,
As the best victuals to cause thirst, I thinke.
For we in Sea shall haue but too much drinke.
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