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Ictus sapit.
When Lucius came of late vnto the placeWhere Lidea was, with whō in times of yore
He some hot dealings had: with fearfull face
Steps him in hast aside behind the doore,
And being askt wherefore he came no nyer,
Oh sirs (quoth he) the burnt child dreads the fire.
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