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 In an humor I was of late,
 * as many good fellowes bee

that thinke of no matter of state,
 * but thé keepe merry Companye:

that best might please my mind,
 * soe I walket vp & downe the towne,

but company none cold I ffind
 * till I came to the signe of the crowne.

mine ostes was sicke of the mumpes,
 * her mayd was ffisle att ease,

mine host lay drunke in his dumpes;
 * "they all had but one disease,"

sayes old simon the King, sayes old Simon the King,