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Section 521
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2Fie, fie on all tired Iades, on all mad Masters, &
3all foule waies: was euer man so beaten? was euer man
4so raide? was euer man so weary? I am sent before to
5make a fire, and they are comming after to warme them:
6now were not I a little pot, & soone hot; my very lippes
7might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roofe of my
8mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire