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Vp-start Courtier.
Courtier
, whose hart with pride, so mighty growes,
thou wilt not to thy Father mooue thy Hat,
because he weares a paire of russet Hose,
Thy Veluet Breeches looke awry at that:
Nay, ere he shall disgrace thee, thou wilt rather
Sweare by the Lord, that he is not thy Father.
thou wilt not to thy Father mooue thy Hat,
because he weares a paire of russet Hose,
Thy Veluet Breeches looke awry at that:
Nay, ere he shall disgrace thee, thou wilt rather
Sweare by the Lord, that he is not thy Father.
You that deny the stocke from whence you came,
thrusting your selfe into some Gentle kin,
you that will giue your selfe another name,
Which must not from an old Thatcht-house begin.
you that will haue an Armes shall grace you too,
Though your poore Father cobled many a Shoo.
thrusting your selfe into some Gentle kin,
you that will giue your selfe another name,
Which must not from an old Thatcht-house begin.
you that will haue an Armes shall grace you too,
Though your poore Father cobled many a Shoo.
Ile Stabbe yee.
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