Of Lutus His Perfect Taste
L UTUS by chance once drinking his wife's water
Sware, of the caske it tasted filthily;
Lutus thy taste is true, but nere the later,
The tongue herein hath told a filthie lye:
For from no caske it came, vnlesse it bee
A caske that makes a hed peece but for thee.
Sware, of the caske it tasted filthily;
Lutus thy taste is true, but nere the later,
The tongue herein hath told a filthie lye:
For from no caske it came, vnlesse it bee
A caske that makes a hed peece but for thee.
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