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Of Cheris his making of Faces.

C HERIS , the merry minstrell, makes men laffe
 With many faces which be (singing) makes;
What though at him his hearers scoff or chafe.
Because he looks as he were on Alax:
Yet Cheris' face from shame he still doth fence
With shamelesse ignorance and impudence;
 And so seeing coyne (by facing) comes in game,
 Great men in ernest often do the same.
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