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Satire 23.
[How? Iames a man? his Rapire is not guilt]
How?
Iames a man? his Rapire is not guilt,
Hee fight? I, when his dublett's wrought with quilt,
Hang him slaue, hee cannot call a whore a whore,
Nor with a grace breake vp a sinners doore,
Hee'l saie Mall, I praie Mall let me kisseyee,
Or Mistresse Marye thinke how well I wishe yee,
Else hold hir by the hande & sigh apace,
Or like th'astronomer heele stand & gaze,
Gaping for changes in his Maryes face.
Come hang him doult, bith' Lord hee's but a gull,
For witt I neuer knewe an Asse more dull.
| A mastif whelp with other ruff-Island-lik Currs fetcht from amongst the Antipedes | |
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