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Section 830
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1Qu.
2Stay, yet looke backe with me vnto the Tower.
3Pitty, you ancient Stones, those tender Babes,
4Whom Enuie hath immur'd within your Walls,
5Rough Cradle for such little prettie ones,
6Rude ragged Nurse, old sullen Play‑fellow,
7For tender Princes: vse my Babies well;
8So foolish Sorrowes bids your Stones farewell.