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Seeing a Coppice, hastens thither,
Purposely to wanton with her.
As these privatley conferr'd,
A Rover took him unprepar'd;
Search'd his Portmantua, bound him faster,
And sent him naked to his Master:
Set on's Saddle with Hands ty'd,
Th' Horse he neighed, Man he cry'd.
Th'Attorney when he had discerned
One, he thought, behind him, armed
In white Armour, stouly stir'd him,
For his Jade, he keenly spur'd him:
Both run one Course to catch a Gudgeon,
This nak'd, that frighted to his Lodging.
Singing along down * Sautry laning,
I saw a Tomb one had been lain in;
And enquiring, one did tell it,
'Twas where Rainsford bury'd the Prelate:
I saw, I smil'd, and could permit it,
Greedy Priests might be so fitted.
To the Newfounded College came I,
Commened to the Care of many;
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