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Odious Quarreler.
You Sir, that are so quarrelous by nature,
That you scorne all men, be they what they will:
Tearming each one a cowardly base creature,
That will not sweare and curse, stab, fight, and kill.
You that will challenge any to the feelde,
Vowing while you can stand, neuer to yeelde.
That you scorne all men, be they what they will:
Tearming each one a cowardly base creature,
That will not sweare and curse, stab, fight, and kill.
You that will challenge any to the feelde,
Vowing while you can stand, neuer to yeelde.
You that without any offence at all,
Will shoulder him you meete vpon the way.
You that (by wounds and blood) will haue the wall,
Eu'en in despight of him that dare say nay.
You that inhumane, brutish, most vncyuill,
Professe your selfe a Champion for the Deuill.
Will shoulder him you meete vpon the way.
You that (by wounds and blood) will haue the wall,
Eu'en in despight of him that dare say nay.
You that inhumane, brutish, most vncyuill,
Professe your selfe a Champion for the Deuill.
Ile Stabbe you.
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