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Epilouge to the last Satyre of the first booke.
Thus may we see by folly, oft the wise
Stumble and fall into fooles paradise.
For iocand wit of force must iangling bee,
Wit must haue his will, and so had hee:
Wit must haue his will, yet parting of the fray,
Wit was enioynd to carrie the foole away.
Qui Color albus erat, nunc est contrarius albo.
FINIS.
