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Section 333
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1Iul.
2'Tis almost morning, I would haue thee gone,
3And yet no further then a wantons Bird,
4That let's it hop a little from his hand,
5Like a poore prisoner in his twisted Gyues,
6And with a silken thred plucks it backe againe,
7So louing Iealous of his liberty.