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[Many, many things have written]
Many, many things have written,When th'ad better still haue sitten.
Peraduenture so had I:
Yet I knowe no reason why.
It's a foolish toy I write,
And in folly most delight:
Then (I hope) it will please many,
And not be dislikte of any,
Euen from tales of Robin Hood,
Wise men alway picke some good.
None (I trust) offend I shall,
So I take my leaue of all.
Peter Woodhouse.
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