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TO whom his
mother closely smiling sayd,
twixt earnest and twixt
game:
See thou thy selfe likewise art lyttle made,
if thou regard the same.
And yet thou suffrest
neyther gods in sky,
nor men in earth to rest:
But when thou art disposed cruelly,
theyr sleepe
thou doost molest.
Then eyther change thy cruelty,
or giue lyke leaue vnto the fly.
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