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But he returns a different man;
Never was wretch so wild and wan.
The scrivener who first doth scan
His visage, is more struck with dread,
Than when, remov'd unto his bed,
Jasper confess'd his guilt, and bade
His deposition quick be made.
Never was wretch so wild and wan.
The scrivener who first doth scan
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Than when, remov'd unto his bed,
Jasper confess'd his guilt, and bade
His deposition quick be made.
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