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Now windie Parasites or the slaues of wine,
That wind from al things saue the truth diuine,
Winde, turne, and tosse into the depth of spight,
Your diuellish venome cannot me affright:
It is a Cordiall of a Candie taste,
Ile drinke it vp, and then let't run at waste,
