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Against Vsurers.

I T'S sad that hares at once (O wondrous thing!)
Litter, giue suck, and are with yong conceau'd;
So Vsurers coyne is set, coyne forth to bring:
It's borne, and breeding, yealding (if receau'd)
 Vncessant fruit that ever comming is:
 Though they by hounds be courst, like hares, for this.
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