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To my honoured friend.
A Gentleman that in a frollick would needs barb mee.
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But BENLet me know when
Thou wilt returne agen:
Oh thy departure drew a teare,
Not from the watrie surface of the spheare
No, no it drew it, whist, stay there
Least while such newes I send,
I much offend,
My friend,
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IndeedSince twas decreed
Thou shouldst depart with speed
I could not choose, but heavily look
To loose at once my barber, and my Cook:
I will be sworn upon a booke
I oft thee wanted have
My chin to shave,
Poore knave.
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And clipMy upper lippe
And make the haires to skip
For having mended my bad face
Thou good Lawn Bands about my neck didst place
And cuft my hands, but now alas
I shall, I am ith mind
No Barber finde
so kinde.
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