  Richard Roe wished himself Solomon Made cuckold, you should know, by one John Doe; Solomon’s neck was firm enough to bear Some score of antlers more than Roe could wear. Richard Roe wished himself Alexander, Being robbed of house and land by the same hand; Ten thousand acres or a principal town Would have cost Alexander scarce a frown. Richard Roe wished himself Job the prophet, Sunk past reclaim in stinking rags and shame; Job’s plight was utterly bad, his own even worse, He found no God to call on or to curse. He wished himself Job, Solomon, Alexander, For cunning, patience, power to overthrow His tyrant, but with heart gone so far rotten That most of all he wished himself John Doe. |
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