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A variable humorist.
The humor of Muander is most strange.Hee's still extreame, and nothing makes him change:
Today he is accoutred like your knight,
Tomorrow like a stalking broome-man right.
He weares a sute to day that's cut and slasht,
Tomorrow one slit on a shirt nere washt.
Now hee's extreamely merrie, and anon
He prooues a Tymon, all his mirth is gone:
Will you of his extreames the reason know,
His Loue, as well as Fortune, is his foe.
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