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These are the Idiots chiefest arts
To blend & not define the Parts
[Let it be told] The Swallow sings in Courts of Kings
That Fools have their high finishings
And this the Princes golden rule
The Laborious stumble of a Fool
To make out the parts is the wise mans aim
But to lose them the Fool makes his foolish Game
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