Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at mee: the braine of
this foolish compounded Clay-man, is not able to inuent any thing
that tends to laughter, more then I inuent, or is inuented on me. I
am not onely witty in my selfe, but the cause that wit is in other
men. I doe heere walke before thee, like a Sow, that hath
o'rewhelm'd all her Litter, but one.
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