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76 Till drawing blood o' th' dames, like witches, They're forthwith cur'd of their capriches. Some always thrive in their amours, By pulling plasters off their sores; As cripples do to get an alms, Just so do they, and win their dames. Some force whole regions, in despite O' geography, to change their site; Make former times shake hands with latter, And that which was before, come after; But those that write in rhyme still make The one verse for the other's sake; For one for sense, and one for rhyme, I think's sufficient at one time. But we forget in what sad plight We whilom left the captiv'd Knight And pensive Squire, both bruis'd in body And conjur'd into safe custody. Tir'd with dispute and speaking Latin, As well as basting and bear-baiting, And desperate of any course To free himself by wit or force. His only solace was, that now His dog-bolt fortune was so low,