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Empta pœnitentia.
Iacke to his Iug in feeling passion swore,He would approue her a polluted---
Whose tempting outward looks, & borrowed locks,
And inwardly defil'd, giuen him the---
Thou ly'st (quoth Iug) twas what thy mony bought
How deare so ere thou paidst, I gaue thee nought.
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