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 More angry Satyr-dayes ile muster vp, Then thou canst challenge letters in thy name: My Negrum true borne inck no more shall sup, Thy stayned blemish, charracterd in blame.

My pens two nebs shall turne unto a forke, Chasing old Enuy from so young a worke: I but the Authors mouth bid thee auaunt, He more defies thy Hate, thy hunt, thy haunt.

T. M. Gent.