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EPIG. 11.
Pollitique Peeter meetes his friend a shore,
That came from Seas but newly tother day:
And giues him French embracements by the score
Then folowes: Dicke, Hast made good voyage, say?
But hearing Richards shares be poore and sicke,
Peeter ha's haste, and cannot drinke with Dicke.
Well, then he meetes an other Caualeere,
Whom he salutes about the Knees and Thighes:
welcome sweet Iames, now by the Lord what cheere
Ne're better Peeter, We haue got rich prize.
Come, come (sayes Peeter) eu'en a welcome quart,
For by my fayth, weele drinke before wee part:
Or thus:
Fayth-we must drinke, that's flat, before we part.