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In Flaccium.
A tryed Friend.
Flaccus is dry, and doth request his friendTo satisfie his thirsty appetite:
And sweares he cannot tarry by that light.
Flaccus is druncke, and meets his friend againe,
And now forsooth his friend bestowes the wine:
Flaccus receaues it and his sences bane,
Shewes apish trickes, then imitates the swine:
O you forget your selfe, true sir I doe,
I knew my self vntill disguisde by you:
Ilou'd you once, hereafter ile despise ye,
Because youle glut me, rather than suffice me.
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