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Epigr. 21. De Typographo.
The Printer when I askt a little summe,Huckt with me for my booke, & came not nere.
Ne could my reason or perswasion,
Moue him a whit; though al things now were deere,
Hath my conceipt no helpe to set it forth?
Are all things deere, and is wit nothing worth?
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