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In Spumosum.
A fine tongued Suter.
Spumosus courts his wench, & thus doth prate,Adorned, pollisht, and immaculate:
Repugne me not, but let thy lenity,
Extend to me as to propinquity.
Sweet, be propitious, not inexorable,
Thy Amorosus is inviolable:
And will perseuer with iucunditie,
Till I descend my hopes profunditie.
Sir, quoth his wench, beleeue me if you can,
Ile marry none except an Englishman:
If you are, as you seeme not by your speaches,
Reserue your Fustian for to patch your breeches.
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