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In Sutorem, Epig. 74.
O thou whose teeth were wont to reach old hides,
And gnaw base rotten soles with dirty sides,
Thou hast thy Patron's lands now in thy grave,
In which I vexe that thou a crib shouldst have,
And drunk dost break the christals with burn wine,
And frigst thy late Lord's Boy as he were thine.
With letters my sad Parents fooled mee,
O learning, what have I to doe with thee?
Thalia burn thy Books, and thy quills too,
If Coblers get such boons from an old shooe.
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