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Epigram.
[Pra'y by your leaue, make moūsieur humors roome]
Pra'y by your leaue, make moūsieur humors roomeThat oft hath walk'd about Duke Humphries tombe
And sat amongst the Knights to see a play,
And gone in's suite of Sattin eu'ry day,
And had his hat display a bushie plume,
And's verie beard deliuer forth perfume.
But when was this, aske Frier Bacons head
That answered Time is past, O time is fled!
Sattin and silke was pawned long agoe,
And now in canuase, no knight can him knowe.
His former state, in darke obliuion sleepes,
Onely Paules Gallarie, that walke he keepes.
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