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LVII.
If all be not lyes which Philosophers tell us,(For History paints 'em as honest brave fellows)
That in all kind of Species there's not such a Creature,
As Griffin e're yet was produc'd by Old Nature:
So the Master assures, who lives at that Sign,
He believes that in London there's no Claret-Wine.
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