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Pignus secretum.
Mistris Mordina whispered in mine eare,About a businesse she was loath to vtter,
Vnlesse to silence it I first would sweare,
And therewithall in some assurance put her.
Twas but to lend her so much, like a Noddy,
For which she ventrous would haue pawnd her body.
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