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Epigram.
[Madam, you ouercharge me with expence]
Madam, you ouercharge me with expence,VVhich to my purse, I finde a great offence,
This catching fashions at the first rebound,
I am afraid, will runne your Knight aground:
VVe are in Mercers bookes, and Taylors Bils,
And there remaine (God knowes) against their wils,
No helping tricke, that I to minde can call,
But make new debts, to pay old scores withall.
Sir Barren Braine (quoth Madam, to her Knight)
VVhat tell you me of charge? take I delight,
To haue account how you do runne in Debt?
My care is how to spend; care you to get.
I doe protest, I will not forth of dore,
Vntill our Coach haue got two Horses more.
Ride but with two? why, what sayes vulgar speeches?
'Tis very basely done, You wrong your Breeches.
Giue me content, or I'le doe that, I sweare.
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