A man of lufe that wold them craue,
Hastely he schuld it haue,
Ffor thei couth not hym wern.
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"All theyr wyves, sykerlyke,
Hath vsyd the [backefysyke],
Whyll thes men were oute;
And ofte they haue draw that draught,
To vse well the lechers craft,
With rubyng of ther toute.