Van die Iuffr. en Monsr.
Iuffr.
Ik ben gequetst. ‘k soek Medecyn,
Wie wil om niet myn Doctor syn?
Monsr.
Men trout den Hemel of den Hel,
Elk schuw de Wolf in ‘t Schapen vel.
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