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Poet.
Sir:
Hauing often of your open Bounty tasted,
Hearing you were retyr'd, your Friends falne off,
Whose thankelesse Natures (O abhorred Spirits)
Not all the Whippes of Heauen, are large enough.
What, to you,
Whose Starre‑like Noblenesse gaue life and influence
To their whole being? I am rapt, and cannot couer
The□monstrous bulke of this Ingratitude
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