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You've talents great
For church or state,
I often hear,
But don't be vain,
Wise men are plain,
And meek, my dear.
When thought asleep,
I sometimes peep
My cradle o'er,
And slily turn
My ear and learn
Some curious lore.
A doctor grave,
Who lives can save,
I thus espied;
And when Nurse blam'd
And loudly sham'd
All babes who cried,
