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For if you
  Do,
'Tis an ill sign;

That we
Foresee
You are cloy'd here,
If so, no
  Ho,
But avoid here.


989. CARE A GOOD KEEPER.

Care keeps the conquest; 'tis no less renown
To keep a city than to win a town.


990. RULES FOR OUR REACH.

Men must have bounds how far to walk; for we
Are made far worse by lawless liberty.


991. TO BIANCA.

Ah, Bianca! now I see
It is noon and past with me:
In a while it will strike one;
Then, Bianca, I am gone.
Some effusions let me have
Offer'd on my holy grave;
Then, Bianca, let me rest
With my face towards the East.