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THE FATHER HATH BEGUILED THE SON
And let euery young Lasse, (As in a glasse,)
looke on this disastrous euent; For both were to blame, And both suffer'd shame,
the old man yet liuing doth run In mad franticke wise And alwayes he cryes,
for casting away his owne sonne.
Printed at London for Francis Coules.