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In Virosum.
How Falstafe like, doth sweld Virosus looke,As though his paunch did foster euery sinne:
And sweares he is iniured by this booke,
His worth is taxt he hath abused byn:
Swell still Virosus, burst with emulation,
I neither taxe thy vice nor reputation.
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