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A Fidler.
Another there in forme as light as he,Who liu'd by aires (though not Camelion like:)
Doth now contemne his primitiue degree,
And scornes his finger should a vyoll strike.
Fortune be thanked (and his chaunting tongue)
That gaue him liuing onely for a song.
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