On Playwright
Playwright, by chance, hearing some toys I had writ,
Cried to my face, they were the elixir of wit:
And I must now believe him: for, today,
Five of my jests, then stolen, passed him a play.
Cried to my face, they were the elixir of wit:
And I must now believe him: for, today,
Five of my jests, then stolen, passed him a play.
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