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He now resolves, in heat of blood,
how firm her virtue stood.
A mighty bottle strait he chose,
Then all in haste the maid descended,
Ere since this time all lufty Friars
Beware of these, ye jealous spouses,
N Abbot rich (whose taste was good
Alike in science and in food)
For your vows fake, this rule I give t'ye,
The Prieft reply'd, I have not swerv'd,
The Prelate smild, but durft not blame i
Let those who reprimand their brothers, Firft mend the faults they find in others.
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