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Against the maner of our moderne Duells.
Epigram. 227.
Stay Gallants; run not on, with wrong too rife;Away with this damn'd Custome which ye vse:
Ist not inough to venture Soule and Life
On Ualors tearmes, and no man to refuse?
But must I come vp too, vpon no Guards,
That Bulke to Bulke may iustle; (hit, or misse;)
And they expos'd to scorne, that scorne not Wards;
Are we turn'd Beasts to thinke vs Men for this?
Sir, do your worst; here stand I That to dare,
It I defendant bee: If Challenger;
Haue at yee, with braue courage; yet with Care
Of being Foild, that here but once can erre:
If this no Manhood be, thus well to passe,
I hold the brauest Man, the plainest Asse.
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