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[Hipocrisie (thou lying knaue) well met]
Hipocrisie (thou lying knaue) well met,I haue thee Rascall in my paper net,
Thou that wilt sell saluation for a shilling,
And entertaine thine owne damnation willing,
Thou goest about with many a lie and fable,
To get thy diet at anothers table.
Yet louest no man, be he small or great,
Thy loue extends no farther then his meat:
But villaine, take this guerdon for thy hyer,
Be first of all approou'd a common lyer,
Then for each time thy cursed tongue hath tript,
Be thou from great mens houses soundly whipt.
And last of all when God and men detest thee,
A Hempen halter with a nooze molest thee.
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