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[Ficus was fat in body and in purse]
Ficus was fat in body and in purse,And vnto Sea is gone himselfe to purge,
Some fifteene hunderd markes he did disburse,
To receiue three for one, a tempting scourge,
To whip my Gallant vp the surging seas,
And daunce to Venice with a whistling winde,
There to evacuate for stomachs ease,
The home-bred crudities his flesh did bind,
Of him we haue not heard vnto this day,
That I beleeue he's purged all away.
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