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Suum cuique.
Hang't tell not me quoth Pontus what I owe,Nor what I spend, nor what I meane to pay,
So little cares he what the vulgar know,
Or can reueale: Things must be as they may,
Let slaues infer the worst they can vpon't,
His Dol's his Dol and there's the humor on't.
Cvres for the itch | ||