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Section 692
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1Fa.
2Hang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch,
3I tell thee what, get thee to Church a Thursday,
4Or neuer after looke me in the face.
5Speake not, reply not, do not answere me.
6My fingers itch, wife: we scarce thought vs blest,
7That God had lent vs but this onely Child,
8But now I see this one is one too much,