That Plato I read for nought but if he tame
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uch coltish yeeres ; that to my birth I owe! *^^ ^''■^■^- C^-^^^) ^ Nobler desires, least else that friendly foe, } '^^'*' ■ Great expectation, weare a traine of shame. . . For since mad March great promise made of me, ' w '^' A*"*^If now the May of my yeares much decline, "^ *^ What can be hoped my harvest time will be ? :. .Sure, you say well, " Your wisdome's golden mine ■ v* V kj^Dig deepe with Learning's spade." Now tell me this^"**"^ v^^Hath this world ought so faire as Stella is ? W i "^■'
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