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Of, and against, our yong Maister, Master William.

Know ye not our yong Maister William?
O! t'sa wilde youth, and neuer will be tame,
But, for his Nature, Lord! its too too kinde;
And with it still doth beare an Empralls minde.
Tush, all our Land-Lords Ladds would vooles be vound
To master William if he had his Londe.
But, the meane while. pray God zend him good luck:
For, yet good (Gelman) hee's as wilde's a Buck.
This heares Mas William, sith its spoken so;
(For what Craft is there to the Clouted Sho?)

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That he may heare it: Then forth-with he puts
His hands a kinbow, and so stiffly struts
As being proud to be esteemed wilde,
And thinkes it best becomes his Fathers childe:
Mas-William yet, be wilde but for a spirt,
Least some, too tame, do cheat you to your shirt.