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And lest kind Poets, that delight to raise
(With their just truths, not extasie of praise)
Beauty to Fame; should rashly overthrow
The credit of their Songs; I let them know
Their Theame is lost; so lost, that I have griev'd,
They never more can praise, and be beleev'd.
(With their just truths, not extasie of praise)
Beauty to Fame; should rashly overthrow
The credit of their Songs; I let them know
Their Theame is lost; so lost, that I have griev'd,
They never more can praise, and be beleev'd.
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