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A merry Gentleman rideing on the road, saw a boy foul his breeches: Why Sirrah, said he, are you not ashamed to make a fool in your breeches. Alas Sir, said he, you make a worse of your doublet, to button up such an Ass in it.
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A merry Gentleman rideing on the road, saw a boy foul his breeches: Why Sirrah, said he, are you not ashamed to make a fool in your breeches. Alas Sir, said he, you make a worse of your doublet, to button up such an Ass in it.