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Deteriora malis.
Dicke truly swore he was not drunke this week,Chalkt not one penny vpon any score,
Playd not a game at Tables, Bowles, or Gleek,
No not a foot stept from his chamber doore:
Long of that scuruy Laundresse, so to deale,
As hauing but one shirt, she that must steale.
Cvres for the itch | ||