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For well I wot, the Country yeeldeth plenty,
And as they diuers be, so are they dainty.
May it please you then awhile to rest you merry,
Some Cates I will make choise of and not tarry.
The silly Cunny blith and merrily,
Doth for his kindnes thanke him hartily.
Then hies the Cheater very hastily,
And with some Pesant where he is in fee
Iugles, that dinner being almost ended,
He in a matter of weight may then be frended.
The Pesant for an angell then in hand,
Will do what ere his worship shall command:
And yeelds that when a reckoning they call in,
To make reply ther's one to Speake with him.
The plot is laid, now comes the Cheater back,
And calls in hast for such things as they lack:
The table fraighted with all dainty Cates,
Hauing well fed, they fall to pleasant chates:
Discoursing of the mickle difference,
Twixt perfit truth and painted eloquence.