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Epigr. 40. De libro suo.
One sayde my booke was like vnto a coate,Of diuerse colours blacke and red and white,
I bent to crosse him saide he spake by roate.
For they in making rather are vnlike.
A coate, one garment made of many fleeces.
My booke, one meaning cutt in many peeces.
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