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Section 42
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1Bast.
2Madam and if my brother had my shape
3And I had his, sir Roberts his like him,
4And if my legs were two such riding rods,
5My armes, such eele‑skins stuft, my face so thin,
6That in mine eare I durst not sticke a rose,
7Lest men should say, looke where three farthings goes,
8And to his shape were heyre to all this land,