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Leo.
No, in good earnest.
How sometimes Nature will betray it’s folly?
It’s tendernesse? and make it selfe a Pastime
To harder bosomes? Looking on the Lynes
Of my Boyes face, me thoughts I did requoyle
Twentie three yeeres, and saw my selfe vn‑breech’d,
In my greene Veluet Coat; my Dagger muzzled,
Least it should bite it’s Master, and so proue
(As Ornaments oft do’s) too dangerous:
How like (me thought) I then was to this Kernell,
This Squash, this Gentleman. Mine honest Friend,
Will you take Egges for Money?