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61 Of Paulus, a Flatterer.
No man more seruile, no man more submisse,
Then to our Soueraigne Lady Paulus is.
He doth extoll her speech, admire her feature,
He calls himselfe her vassall, and her creature.
Thus while he dawbes his speech with flatteries plaster,
And calls himselfe her slaue, he growes our Master,
Still getting what he list without controle,
By singing this old song, re mi fa sol.
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