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The couetous empericke Cozius cureth all
Saue those that stand in neede of phisick's skill;
You will inferre (perhaps) his skil's but small:
Well, God forgiue you then if you so will:
But sure one's wife that barraine long was thought,
He, gratis cur'd, and got with childe for nought.
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