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| Which fits them (Schooles and Courts and warres o'rpast) |
| To touch and test in any best degree. |
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| For me, (if there be such a thing as I) |
| Fortune (if there be such a thing as she) |
| Spies that I beare so well her tyranny, |
| That she thinkes nothing else so fit for mee. |
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| But though shee part us: to heare my oft prayers |
| For your increase, God is as ne'r me here; |
| And to send you what I shall begge, his staires |
| In length and ease are alike every where. |
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| To M. M. H. |
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| Mad paper stay, and grudge not here to burne |
| With all those sonnes whom thy braine did create, |
| At least lie hid with me, till thou returne |
| To rags againe, which is thy native state. |
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| What though thou have enough unworthinesse |
| To come unto great place as others doe, |
| That's much, emboldens, puls, thrusts I confesse, |
| But 'tis not all, thou shouldst be wicked too. |
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| And, that thou canst not learne, or not of me. |
| Yet thou wilt goe, Goe, since thou goest to her |
| Who lacks but faults to be a Prince, for she, |
| Truth, whom they dare not pardon, dares preferre.
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