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And luſtfull Aretine’s bawdy Leaves are his Evangeliſt-a.

VI.
  Harry Nevill’s no Wigeon,
  His practiſe truly ſtygian,
Makes it a Maſter-piece of wit to be of no Religion.

VII.
  But my good Lord Glyn Man,
  Pride is a deadly ſinne Man,
Cots pluttera nails few Traitors be like you of all your kin Man.

VIII.
  If Saint-John be a Saint Sir,
  He hath a Deviliſh Taynt Sir,
While Straffords blood in Heavens High Court of Juſtice makes complaint Sir.

IX.
  Doctor Palmer’s all day ſleeping,
  And into his Heart ne’re peeping;
’Tis ill he that neglects his own, ſhould have All-ſouls in keeping.

X.
  Will. Bruerton’s a ſinner,
  And, Croyden knowes, a Winner,
But O take heed, leſt he do eat the Rump all at one Dinner.

XI.
  Robin Andrews is a Miſer,
  Of Coblers no deſpiſer,

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