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Novus ortus, &c.
Frō cart to court on cockhorse Caius vaūts himIn that aspiring pomp as doth surpasse,
But here's the plaguie spite, his kindred haunts him,
And tels the kitchin-groomes whose son he was:
But what shold that (proud Caius) need dismay thee
When better then thy selfe thou seest obey thee?
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