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Lest, by a fiery surfet I be led,
Once more to grow devout in a strange bed:
Lest through kind weaknesse in decay of health,
Or vanity to shew my utmost wealth;
I should againe bequeath thee when I die,
To haughtie Poets as a Legacie.
Once more to grow devout in a strange bed:
Lest through kind weaknesse in decay of health,
Or vanity to shew my utmost wealth;
I should againe bequeath thee when I die,
To haughtie Poets as a Legacie.
TO
