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 Vntill there full stuft gorge a passage makes Into the wide mawes of more scopious lakes: Spight me! not spight it selfe can discontent My steeled thoughts, or breed disparagement: Had pale fac't coward feare bene resident Within the bosome of me Innocent, I would haue housde me from the eyes of ire, Whose bitter spleen vomits forth flames of fire. A resolute Asse, oh for a spurring Rider; A brace of Angels: what is the foole a briber? Is not the Asse yet wearie of his load? What with once bearing of the foole abroad? Mount againe Foole: then the Asse will tire And leaue the Foole to wallow in the mire. Dost thou thinke otherwise? good Asse then be gon, I stay but till the Innocent get on. What wilt thou needs of the foole bereaue mee? Then pack good foolish Asse, & so I leaue thee.

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