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My dainty Dals, my Doxis, Whene'er they see me lacking, Without delay, poore wretches they Will set their Duds a packing. Still doe I cry, etc. V

I pay for what I call for, And so perforce it must be, For as yet I can, not know the man, Nor Oastis that will trust me. Still doe I cry, etc.