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Sith that thou has so soundly slept, my Muse
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Mirum In Modum -
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Now, for the Hart fraile life first intertaines
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Speculum Proditori -
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Now, to retire from whence our Rimes doe range
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The Knowledge of the Soule, and of her Powres
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Here, Muse, crave licence for a maine digresse
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And here my Muse leads me as bythe hand
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Edward the fourth thus having caught the Crown
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Now, brifly t' recollect what we have sedd
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