LXXXIX.

Gellius--he's full meagre. It is no wonder, a friendly

Mother, a sister is his loveable, healthy withal.

Then so friendly an uncle, a world of pretty relations.

Must not a man so blest meagre abide to the last?

Yea, let his hand touch only what hands touch only to trespass; 5

Reason enough to become meagre, enough to remain.

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