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Against the bandy-wittold Lotus.

King H ARRY lou'd a man, els Lotus lyes,
And that he lou'd a woman none denies:
Why then he lou'd a man and woman too,
But lou'd them passing well that well could doo:
Go too then Lotus sith you are a dooer,
As is your louely wife (much good may do her)
 He would haue made her rise if she had sunck,
 And lou'd you for a pander, she a punck.
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