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Of Chrestina.

I told Chrestina I would lie with her,
When she with an old phrase doth me aduise,
To keepe my selfe from water and from fier,
And she would keepe me from betwixt her thighs,
That there is water I doe make no doubt,
But Il'e be loth (wench) to be fired out.
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