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Nowe hearken (oulde frende Pertinax) what was the spedy key: To ope the locke of credits forte, for me to beare a swey.
The couetous and sparynge man we muste not note for one, (As Ofell saythe) if thou, percase from one synne wouldste be gone, And therby happe into a worse, that were a bootlesse case.
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(I fawne not nowe, not flatter, thankes to pyke) Fuscus, and eke the Uiscie bothe, I woulde they should me lyke, Thou Messala, thy brother to, You Bubilie also, You Seruie, and thou Furnius, bothe chat room sexe you and suche lyke mo, Frendly and learnde, whiche nowe.
Thou coms from Saturnes feaste I trow, from drinke thy selfe to saue.
What if a man be nothinge rauenouse, Eftsones shall be coumpted sounde?Me thynks this church, this englishe churche, is clogged at this daye, With ceremonies more then nedes, to tell you at a worde, I would haue all thyngs iuste as they were left vs by the Lorde.Nathelesse, I can not thee perswade, but yf they bothe be dreste, The Pecocke, and the pubble hen, the Pecocke tasteth best.And sweate agayne to grauayle thee, and worke thy clyent woo.A man that faultreth in hys speache Stoicke."They neade no salue, to say a sooth.With blood of thyne, thou mad kinge, thou, Tucer.A verey Aesops tongue.Moderat AND sparing Liuinge highlye commended the Countrey muche Preferred before the Citie: the pleasure of the one, and the trouble of thother.What if your selfe for not wearyng Pertinax.