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Epigr. 20 In hospitem quendam.

Mine hoast Porsenna, when I am with you.
I must praise all, though all be out of fashion.
Or else mine hoast will fight and his friendes to.

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And his friends friends, & all the generation,
I dranke bad beere, my throate can say no lesse.
I say so now, I durst not say so then,
I supt with clownes, rough, rude and mannerlesse.
But I must say, t'were courteous gentlemen,
I praisde your building (if I may so terme it.)
Your hilly prospect & your pasture thinne.
Your ayre, your language, though I could not learne
And all your pedegree, and all your kinn!
But iustly was I plaug'de for this I thinke.
For see, when I came home my breath did stinke.