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De Læda, Epig. 72.
Læda complain'd to her old man that sheeWas choak'd up in her womb, and swived must bee.
But weeps and whines her health's not so much worth,
And rather choose to dye than thus hold forth.
The poor Man begs her live, her youth run on,
And what he could not suffers to be done.
Hence male Phisitians come, and female fly,
Up goes her heels: O mighty remedy!
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