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EPIGRAM.

[Quoth Guz to his spouse, with his skin full of beer]

Quoth Guz to his spouse, with his skin full of beer,
I fell, and have hurt my face sadly, my dear;
Hurt your face? cry'd his wife, ugly rogue, I think not,
The least alteration, must Mend it, you sot!