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37. Iugatus and Liber,
Ivugatus
by a chance with Liber met,
And counsel'd him a second selfe to get;
(Quoth Liber) I am now my selfe and free,
Wouldst haue me seuer'd and in mysery?
No (quoth Iugatus) tis sweet harmony,
Where two affections ioine in vnity:
I, but (said Liber) is there any sence,
That he should suffer, that doth no offence?
At last they both agree'd, that Libers life,
Had greatest pleasures, and was free'st from strife,
Then he that's free, and liberty doth scorne,
Let him endure the Yoake, or (worse) the (------)
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