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The second hath a wife that loves the game,
And playes the secret cunnig whore at plaisure.
But in her husbands sight shees wondrous tame,
Which makes him vow, he hath Ulisses treasure.
Sheele wish al whores were hang’d, with weeping teares
Yet she her selfe a whores cloathes dayly weares.
Her husb?ds friends report how’s wife doth gull him
With false deceitfull and dissembling showe
And that by both his hornes a man may pull him,
To such a goodly length they daylie growe,
He sayes they wrong her, and he sweares they lye,
His wife is chaste, and in that minde hee’le dye.
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