Van die Iuffr. en Monsr.
Iuffr.
Daar loopt’er duysent die het rout,
Mesieurs ‘k was als al lang getrout.
Monsr.
Myn hertje jeukt so na dat vel,
‘k Versnoey myn patrimoni wel.
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