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If wit bee fixèd on the longest beard,
And wisedome waiteth on such excrements,
As Guacus weenes; why then it's like that heards
Of wildest goates haue wisest gouernments:
If they are wise whose chafs baue longest heare.
Then goats' and Guacus' wisedome hath no peere.
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