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No lesse hypocrisie mongst some their contraries is doubted:And may they so persever and so perish Robin prayes:But too too zealous people are too many cloy my wayes.For that this realme is in the right, Rome in the wrong for loore,I must confesse, though much is else as faultie as before.To farmers came I, that, at least, their lofe and cheese once freed,For all would eate, but found themselves the parings now to need:So do their landlords rack their rents: though in the mannor-placeScarce smoakt a chimney: yet did smoke perplex me in strange cace.I saw the chimneys cleerd of fire, where nerethelesse it smoktSo bitterly, as one not used to like, it might have chokt.But when I saw it did proceed from nostrels, and from throtesOf ladies, lords, and sillie groomes, not burning skins nor cotes,
