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Epig. 39. Of Lutus his perfect taste.

Lvtus , by chance, once drinking his wifes water,
Sware, of the Caske, it tasted filthily:
Lutus, thy Taste is true, but nere the later,
The tongue herein hath told a filthie lye:
For, from no Caske it came, vnlesse it bee
A Caske that makes a Hed-peece but for thee.