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Of Paule.

Paule daily wrongs me, yet he daily sweares
He wisheth me as well as to his soule:
I know his drift, to damne that he naught cares
To please his body: therefore (good friend Paule )
If thy kind nature will affoord me grace,
Heereafter loue me in thy bodies place.
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