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6. To my worthy Friend Mr. Harbert Aston.
When we at Chenie School together were,I knew you often to abuse a Boy,
Whom, when he did to you for pity cry,
You beat the more; but good Sir! Do you hear!
Is not this true, when he to you did mone
Did he not then lament unto Aston?
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