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Of a Taylor.
A Taylor playing at cudgels, and hav∣ing his legs well beaten, the company laughed heartily at him. Why laugh you Gentlemen? quoth the Taylor, It is not my legs I stand upon when I get my living.
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A Taylor playing at cudgels, and hav∣ing his legs well beaten, the company laughed heartily at him. Why laugh you Gentlemen? quoth the Taylor, It is not my legs I stand upon when I get my living.