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You left your honoured spouse on New Year's day
And claimed your dowry back; what sudden strain
Has burst the bond? What is the quarrel pray?
I know the reason you will not explain;
His proper state as Praetor to maintain
A thousand pounds or so he must disburse,
However meanly done be Rhea's show;
And on the public games to make it worse
Two hundred more—no matrimonial woe
You urge, but fear that he should wrong your purse.
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