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To his Wife.
My Mall, the former Verses this doth teach you,That some deceiue, some are deceiu'd by shewes:
For this that in your prayse so firmely goes,
With one false poynt and stop will ouer reach you,
And turne the prayse to scorne, the Verse to Prose,
By which you may be slandered, all as shrewes,
And some perhaps may speake, and say no treason,
The Verses had more time, the Prose more reason.
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