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Epig. XVII.

A friend and I consorting on the way,
In midst of Cheap vpon a working day,
Spide a faire painted picture, as we thought,
Vpon a stall, set to be so'd and bought.
But marke our grosse mistake, when we drew neare
To veiw the same, it plainly did appeare
By knocking those light heeles against the bench,
'Twas no dead picture, but a liuely wench.