| 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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