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Section 782
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1King.
2That's not my feare, my meed hath got me fame:
3I haue not stopt mine eares to their demands,
4Nor posted off their suites with slow delayes,
5My pittie hath beene balme to heale their wounds,
6My mildnesse hath allay'd their swelling griefes,
7My mercie dry'd their water‑flowing teares.
8I haue not been desirous of their wealth,