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Epigr. 43. in Seuerum.
Seuerus would not haue me slacke my veyne,Nor vary sense to diuers kindes of writing,
Nor play with meanings which may ease my braine
And ease my reader if they doe not like him.
But I must racke my wits till all be spent,
That he may nothing but cry: excellent.
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