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Againe of the same.

E PIG . 277.

What , is my portion in this world but rime?
Then what reason i'st I so should raisèd bee
For that by which some fall but none can clymbe?
Then they were sencelesse that so sessèd mee:
 For had they weigh'd my gaines in common-sence
 They might have weigh'd my purse but not my pence
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