This stuffe of mine, I grant, is overcourse,
For your fine wearing, Loadstarre of our Clime,
Yet let it serue, I pray, tho few be worse
As a course garment for this Winter time.
Ere Sommer els, I do most highly feare,
That Momus will my Loome in sunder teare.
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