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Section 884
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2Oh Harry, thou hast rob'd me of my youth:
3I better brooke the losse of brittle life,
4Then those proud Titles thou hast wonne of me,
5They wound my thoghts worse, then the sword my flesh:
6But thought's the slaue of Life, and Life, Times foole;
7And Time, that takes suruey of all the world,
8Must haue a stop, O, I could Prophesie,