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If nought but wordes in women to be founde,
Then what are they, men, women, or Monsters,
That yeelde lyke fruite? or else a hollowe sounde,
Which substance none, but ayre forth vtters.
By deedes and not by words, men praise obtayne,
Monsters, no men, whose deedes their words doe stayne.
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