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Rosamund lies there interr'd,
Flesh to Dust and Shades compar'd;
Lie he above, or lie she under,
To be bury'd is no wonder.
Thence to Woodstock I resorted,
Where a Labyrinth's reported;
No more of that, it is above me,
I found a tender Housewife that did love me;
And her Guests more sweetly eyeing,
Than thousand Rosamunds a-dying.
from thence to Brackley, as did beseem one,
The May'r I saw, a wond'rous mean one,
Sitting, Thatching, and bestowing
On a Wind-blown House a strawing;
On me, call'd he, and did charm me,
Drink less, eat more, I do warn thee.
Thence to Daintree with my Jewel,
Famous for a Noble Duel,
Where I drank, and took my Common
In a Tap-house with my Woman
While I had it, there I paid it,
Till long chalking broke my Credit.
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