Reading The First Part of henry the Fourth, with the life and Death of Henry Sirnamed Hot-spurre

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Oh Harry, thou hast rob'd me of my youth:

I better brooke the losse of brittle life,

Then those proud Titles thou hast wonne of me,

They wound my thoghts worse, then the sword my flesh:

But thought's the slaue of Life, and Life, Times foole;

And Time, that takes suruey of all the world,

Must haue a stop, O, I could Prophesie,

But that the Earth, and the cold hand of death,

Lyes on my Tongue: No Percy, thou art dust

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