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To Condilus.
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To Condilus.
That thou so long a seruaunt livstwhy Condil doost complaine?
A masters greife thou dost not knowe,
nor yet seruaunts gaine.
Thy hard and homely couch doth yeld
thee quiet sleep and rest:
When Caius lo lies brood awake
with cramping cares opprest.
For feare thy maister dare not, but
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When thou maist iet with cap on crowne,
and carelesse strut the streetes.
One comes to maister thine, and saith,
giue that thou owst to mee:
And staies hym in the street, and none
so Condil doth to thee.
Thou fearst a pat on pate, or els
a whirrit on the eare:
But gronyng he with greif, and gowt,
his fatall fine doth feare.
Speake Condil, hadst not rather now
still haue a seruaunts place
Then be a maister, and remaine
in Caius cursed case?
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