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Epigr. 18. In inuidum.
I chanced on a monster of a man,With health heart sick, sterued with store of food,
With riches poore; with beauty pale and wanne.
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One eye did enuie at the other eye,
Because the other enuide more then he.
His hands did fight for the first iniurie,
So enuie enui'de, enuied to be.
And as he went his hinder foote was sore
And enuide at the foote that went before.
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