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Armatus, animosus.
When Lanus lights by chāce vpon some cheat,And hath his pockets lin'd with least of chink
His stomacke then endures no common meat,
Or possibly digests your sodden drinke,
Till forst againe remoue towards the fields,
Finds no such victuals as his Alehouse yeelds.
Cvres for the itch | ||